Alarm rings. Get up. Put contacts in. Brush teeth. Maybe some makeup (if time allows). Drive to work belting out my new and old song obsessions. “...we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, but when I meet Thomas Jefferson, I'm gonna compel him to include women in the sequel...WORK.” Currently, it's a Hamilton obsession. Drink smoothie when not belting out songs. Work with my wonderful kiddos until I hear “it's time for dismissal”. Go home. Eat dinner. Maybe workout. Sleep.
Before I started working, someone said I would live for the weekends. Plans established for the weekend with my boyfriend, family and friends made me get through my man-crush Mondays through throwback Thursday's.
I have a confession though.