My work schedule

 is arguably one of the best on the planet. Sure, lots of people have better but a whole lot more have worse. Much. Much. Worse.  I work from 7:30 - 3:30 four days a week. That's it. 8 hours a day. 32 hours a week. That's it. And yet I complain that I don't have time. Seriously. I do get up early, 4:30, and I'm out of the house by 6am. I like to get to work a little early so I'm not rushed - I've always been that way. And I do stay a little later frequently to get things done. But still. I work 4 days a week. There was time when I worked from 7am to 5pm. And I didn't complain then. Well, a little bit. Anyway, the point here is to be grateful for the fantastic hours that I have and to not whine so much about working. I am tired. Teaching is tiring business. And I do go to bed early. But lord, I work 4 days a week. I really only have to go to bed that early 3 days because Sunday nights I'm usually rested up and Thursdays I can stay up as late as I want. So it's really only Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday that my hours are a little bit restricted. What a freaking baby I am. I whine constantly about how I have no time during the week. How I get home and in a few hours I'm in bed. Stop it!!! Stop it already!!!! There are people who work 10 and12 hour days 5 and 6 days a week. They have families and small children that they hardly see. I'm so freaking lucky. So freaking lucky. I need to get that back in my head. I need to be grateful for what I have and not whine about what I don't have. So yes!!! I have an awesome schedule and I need to be thankful for it. I need to be thankful that they love me as much as they do. I need to be thankful that they pay as well as they do. So no more whining about how little time I have. Gratefulness is all I will express.