Frustration

I thought I was exhausted from rising early each morning to send two teens, then myself, off to school. 

I guessed that my husband's traveling schedule made me extra stressed.

I mused that I was missing the reading time I had this summer, racing through numerous books.

I figured the data that I collected on students, in spreadsheets and in piles of papers, was making me cross-eyed.

I wondered what the classroom teachers felt, meeting after meeting, as we try to set building-wide standards.

I realized I haven't worked in my room, with my students, on my schedule yet.

I'm frustrated.