As the school year turns into that monstrously scary time of year when pretty much every day has that full moon karma feel, I reflect on the many areas I would benefit from some professional development.

First, can anyone explain how ridiculously complicated it must be to return a towel to the hook it was hanging on? Are the towels thought to be disposable? And if they are disposable- do we just THROW them on the floor? Do the other humanoids think that towels drop to the floor, absorb the gallons of water from the half opened shower stall and running sink and then mysteriously whisk themselves dry and clean and folded nice and fresh back on the shelf? How can this be?

Also, maybe I need to take a math course again because I thought 20 minutes and not a single second more was a pretty concrete crystal clear number for someone to grasp the concept of. And I could use some help with determining the most efficient way to run 3 different meal time schedules for only 4 people, 2 cats and a dog. And, quite possibly a mouse. And it’s not like Mr. Magoo is a magician in the kitchen because gas burners can have unpredictable flame heights and the lines on the measuring cup have obviously been mysteriously removed, never mind the fact that knives apparently are sharp enough to cut human skin at the slightest touch and they like to hide in the bottom of the soapy water in the sink…but I digress.

I hope the school committee can come up with a plan to either reimburse me at exponentially higher wages or give me some tools that can make this situation somewhat more bearable. Or maybe an unlimited supply of wet swiffer mop things.

But- I continue to be grateful for the opportunity to clean, organize, sweat, toil, and grind for the Academy. We all serve a higher purpose and maybe it’s just cleaning the toilet, or wiping the windows squeaky clean (ever notice how many times some people will wash a window and just do it because they want to look busy and peer in the window and are being nosy and want to look around or just listen to what is happening around them while they idly wash the window for the 27th time?), or teaching remotely from your bedroom with a snoring dog, but whatever you do…you are a part of something greater.

So as I vent my spleen, drag my cross, and share my burdens of the day- I also know that every deed we do, is indeed a blessing in disguise. I serve, therefore I am. (I think the original line is I think therefore I am… but I don’t want to think anymore…I just want to do…do…and do until it’s done.

Thanks for coming…I gotta go do something…