I had my first of probably many first-year-teacher breakdowns last night.
We're talking pacing. chest tightening. sobbing.
It's not even that I had a bad day.
In fact, I had a great day.
I love my class.
I love my job.
I am just completely overwhelmed.
And it hit me like a ton of bricks last night.
You can only imagine how happy I was to come home to
a sweet little surprise from my hubs:
It's the simple things that help remind me that nothing else really matters. :)