Today I am really grateful for the 25 sets of eyes that look to me everyday to hold it together. There are a lot of days that I wake up (sometimes after a long, hard fight) with no desire to do anything. Sometimes I wake up feeling gross and wishing more than anything that I could go to bed. Today wasn't the worst, but it was not one of those excited-for-life mornings that David keeps trying to convince me exist. Despite all of my early morning woes, I get ready and make it to work. Somehow, no matter how I fell or what I'd rather be doing, I see those kids who look to me for answers to all of their daily problems and I manage to pull myself together. I don't really know how I do it, because when I am at home, I can't even get myself a glass of milk without whining when I am tired. Magically, I become superhuman. I pray the whole way to work that I can make it a good day for these kids who depend upon me to have a good day themselves. ...