Since I somehow ended up wearing about a zillion shades of grey, I figured I'd take this time to hash out something that's apparently been hanging around in my head… you know… buried in the grey matter and such.
I hate complaining, but 90% of the time that I am with actual adults, that is exactly what I am doing.
Now, I thought through this and realized that I spend the majority of my waking hours teaching children who complain about EVERYTHING. I try my best to be Little Susie Sunshine, but let me tell you… inside, I'm screaming ("Stop complaining, be quiet, please listen, I will tell you everything you need to know in order to accomplish these tasks successfully, I don't need to know about the paper cut you got 3 weeks ago, I'm sorry you fell on the stairs and have a bruise the size of a nickel on your forearm, etc.").
I think that because that ^ is what is going on in my face for anywhere between 4-12 hours a day, once I'm finally around grownups, all I want to do is vent. And I do. And I feel better. But then I start feeling guilty that everything I say is negative and the vicious cycle starts again.
Blah. Here's a grey outfit to match the mood over here!