Friday Facts

Fact #1 Being trapped in a small room with twenty kids as they open-mouth eat cookies and milk is the kind of torture surpassed only by having bamboo chutes shoved under your fingernails. Mouth noises of any kind make me want to run screaming to the closest padded room. Love you, little nuggets, but please oh please figure out how to chew with your mouths shut.
Fact #2 Secrets, secrets are no fun, I WANT TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE. Seriously, is it Christmas yet? My blabbermouth can’t handle this.
Fact #3 Otis Redding recorded possibly some of the best Christmas songs ever. And I’m just discovering this now? With only four days to go? Hi, world, I just crawled out from under my rock.
Fact #4 Being proposed to by one of your best girlfriends is almost as awesome as the real thing =] 
Fact #5 Kids need to hear that they’re awesome. Even if they don’t always act like it, they are. When I gave my kids their gifts today, I also gave them a little note– not a generic, happyholidaysseeyalater, but something sincere and personal. And even though it took me several hours to write them all, and some of them ended up in the trash at the end of day, the small moment of time when I watched each kid read them was enough to know that it meant something. 
Fact #6 There’s just one semester standing between me and graduation and it’s pass/fail and I currently have a 4.0 soooo I only have three words for you:
I can go ahead and make that assumption, right? Right. 
148 days.

Author: Erica the Great

Wife, momma, teacher, and a twenty-something for a little while longer. Every day, I'm a lot of things for a lot of people. This space? It's just for me.

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