It's 22 degrees outside, and half the building is toasty warm, and the other half is only a hair above 50 degrees. Bleary-eyed, smiling, and even - dare I say- chipper, my colleagues meet this morning just before the kids' arrival in order to update each other on any pressing matters:
Who got what for Xmas?
Who traveled and who got snowed in?
We discuss who was getting a new kid--me.
Any behavior plans need reviewing?
Who already needs a nap?
As the kids arrive, their calls to each other are almost gleeful, their smiles, contagious. I am exactly where I want to be.
Happy New Year.
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