"J-O-Y, J-O-Y, this is what it means. . ."

Despite the popularity of Monday as the worst part of the week. . .I choose Sunday evening. That's right--Sunday evening is my least favorite part of the week--but only during the school year. During summer vacation I love it. There is no overhanging event of going back to work in the morning--or things left undone that you intended to accomplish but didn't quite tackle. Monday hangs afresh over the horizon, and you can just go at it again tomorrow.

But during the school year, all those things that didn't get done have to wait until Saturday. And lately on Saturday, I've had a rather lengthy nap after sleeping in. . .and another nap on Sunday afternoon. . .the week with all of it's "to do" list wears me down to the nub. I have been even more tired this year despite the greatest of efforts to eat better and drink lots of water and lots less diet Coke. . .I still end up just tuckered out. . .and I spend Sunday evening not looking forward to any of it.

So there's the rub--and the whine. Time to get over it for another week--or atleast until next Sunday night which is the first night of Spring Break--a little taste of summer. . .then only 8 school weeks until REAL summer and atleast 9 weeks of enjoyable Sunday evenings. I will work on my attitude before then--but I know for sure I've got that to look forward to. . .plus spring is here which leads to all sorts of radical behavior at my house.

This morning a guy named Bob Miranda was talking about why we serve God and how we serve God and that it is to ALWAYS be with an attitude of joy. . .so I've decided that first thing at school tomorrow I am going to make myself several JOY posters. . .I have some huge letters at school that I can trace on to any fun, pretty paper I choose. . .and so I plan to place the word "Joy" in several strategic places in my classroom. I would prefer to actually make some huge scripture posters. . .but the Texas Education Agency would most definitely frown upon that. My 6th grade kids can think I'm a kook--I don't care--it definitely won't do any of us any harm--and it will MOST definitely do me some good.