A little off balance

First of all, thanks to all my new BFFs (that would be Blog Friends Forever) for posting on my site! I am sooooo excited and flattered that you read. You can never have enough friends, right? And to all the family members and friends that I already knew read, thanks for leaving me some love too :)

Second of all, I know that many of my readers must be shy. Using my site meter, I can tell all of the locations where my readers are from. So, curiosity is totally killing the cat here - who's reading in Honolulu, Indianapolis, Brockport, and Minneapolis? Come on, just tell me!!!! Okay, well, you don't have to, but I'd love it if you would!

So, let me update you on my week. Now, I am so totally an optimist. A glass if half-full kinda gal. Unfortunately, my optimism isn't doing much to help out my crummy week. I hate to be a whiner for even a second (especially since I spend my morning with a room full of them), but I just can't seem to get shake off the blahs. I'm going to blame them on report cards. Maybe I'll feel better about life in the morning when I click "post grades" on the computer.

I think that one of the reasons I feel so supercalifragilistically crazy right now is because I can't devote all of my time and effort into my job. I am a perfectionist and organizational queen when it comes to school work (you wouldn't know it by looking at my house), but I have more important things on my mind these days. Namely, this little creature:

When I first started working, I created a little mantra to help keep my priorities straight. BCF = Baby B Comes First. I really do repeat that to myself. So, if it comes to school work or a clean desk/house or perfecting lesson plans, I'm going to opt for the Little Man over any of that. His happiness and well-being are the most important thing to me, so I would rather devote 110% of my attention to him. With that, though, I'm left feeling only half perfect at my job. Which really isn't perfect at all. And that bothers me. A lot.

So, if you didn't know before, I'm a bit Type A Personality-ish. It's a great thing to have at times, and a major flaw at other. It doesn't seem that you can balance home and work because then you'd probably only be doing a mediocre job at both. Either you're heavier on the home side, or you're heavier on the work side. And I guess I'm out of balance in favor of my family. I'd rather be known as Baby B's mom than recognized as Little Miss So and So's teacher.

Well, I don't think this post solved any of my working woes, but I feel a little better. Sigh.

Baby B and Daddy having a moment when B got home from work.