‘Twas the night before my first day of school, when all through the horde, all the creatures were stirring, chewing, and digging.
Honey, in all her puppy cuteness, decided to dig while I sipped what I thought would be my last weekday wine for a while.
(See, she is cute.)
Dirty paws and a dirty nose meant that the two of us would take a bath. So, I filled the tub in my lavatory. After wrestling Honey into the tub and into the water, I realized the puppy shampoo was in the guest bath.
I told her to stay.
She did not stay.
While I dashed from the bath, through the bedroom and into the guest bath, Honey followed. Well, it was more like she chased me — dripping wet and shaking water EVERYWHERE.
Diesel, Houston, Booker, Gus and Betty White let me know that someone was at the door.
Snatching a towel, I wrapped it around myself and darted down the stairs.
Saint Keri was at the door with a BACK-TO-SCHOOL Survival Basket!
What was inside the basket will make me a better teacher.
First, I’ll be happy because I ate a delicious cookie after re-wrangling Honey into the tub.
The “My cat is a Democrat” magnet is already on the back of the Element. People are always shocked to learn that I have cats. They won’t be surprised that they are Democrats.
I’ll wear “Love Wins” tomorrow. (How perfect after #Charlottesville!) I am grateful for empathetic friends that make me a better teacher.
Gum, lip balm and hand sanitizer — classroom essentials. No one likes a teacher with dragon breath and dry lips.
The wine and drinking buddies will stay at the Hooker House. Coming home to tea, bath ice cream, facial products, and aromatherapy will make every day a holiday when I return.