Today was definitely a Monday…and a long one at that.
I am genuinely loving my new job, but I am not in the position I had been hoping for after killing myself for a MA the last three years. But, we all start somewhere.
And, on this, the Monday after Halloween, my somewhere was with elementary kids who already have behavioral issues after one of the biggest sugar holidays of the year. Let’s just say, there were more than a few melt downs today. And, on top of that, a staff meeting that definitely went longer than expected.
To follow for me is a week of long training days and an exam that will lead to an extra certification I never wanted nor expected to need.
So, when I got home from work, all I wanted to do was crash.
A bit of mindless office episodes. A PB&J. My favorite bubbly soft drink.
A little bit of silence before anyone else got home & family time ensued.
You see, as an introvert, I need that after a long day of working with people.
I need a crash pad.
That is what home should be.
I’ve lived places that just weren’t. For whatever reason, I had little space to just crash, and just be.
But, that’s important.
Having a place to crash is more than just about sleep. A place to vege. A place to vent. A place to simply be.
Home is the landing pad and recharging station we all need.
And, I intend to always find myself living in places that can be that for me from now on, because I have spent too much time in places that weren’t.
On a day when you have a terrible case of the Mondays, that just won’t do at all.