Sorry if I sound grumpy... my depression and anxiety is at a whipping high right now... but please read on!
Anyway, you can look here to see how messy my room used to look. It was cluttered with all of my teaching materials which I never got the opportunity to put in an actual classroom, plus just a bunch of other random junk that normal people would probably have a room for in their house (Like, lotions and medications and stuff could probably go in the bathroom, right? NOT FOR ME!)
You can look here to see the beginnings of cleaning my room, which involved cleaning out my closet and building a shoe rack and putting in a sweater shelf.
Well, last night I finished the largest portion of my room! I took some pictures.
Bask in the glory of this clean room!
|But you have to ignore the unmade bed... I took these pictures right before I went to bed, so I didn't feel like making up the bed just for the effect of the picture! Assume that I might, at some point, make it.|
Where did all of my teaching stuff go? I put it in the attic! I like to call it the Attic Of Broken Dreams.
(I know, I know, now I'm just being dramatic to torture myself. If I really thought I'd never get to use that stuff, I'd just sell it. I should be more positive. But I just can't seem to muster any positivity lately. I am getting tired of wiping butts at work. Literally, dudes, I have to wipe butts. And I really don't mind it... a 7-year-old butt is not that much different from a toddler butt. And I know it has to be done. And I know that it is just another way of caring for and nurturing children with special needs. It's just that I always envisioned myself nurturing their minds, not their butts!
Butt I digress...)