I've made it three whole days (which I know in the grand scheme of things, isn't very long) at school, busying myself as best as I can helping others get things done and get rooms ready, all the while, patiently waiting for my room to be ready. And I have been VERY patient.

This year, instead, I'm holding it together at school. All day long I'm able to stay upbeat and positive, and truly enjoying having time to be helping others. Then I get in my car, and cry my way home. I have cried my way to therapy twice this week, and cried my way home. I cried my way to my nutritionist's office, and cried my way home. And it's only Wednesday.
I have finally hit my breaking point, and tonight has been a tear-filled, messy, messy night. I crashed into that wall hard. And it hurts.
I know that by the time my students walk in on that first day (only 5 short days away) my room will be presentable. It might not be up to my standards, but it will work, and when those smiling faces walk in, I will be smiling right back at them.