Pouting

If only pouting would make the undesirable disappear. Like Mondays.

Today felt like a great day to pout. Not because of anything that happened, but just because it's the Monday after a holiday and I really didn't feel like going to work.

Picture a grown (and pregnant) woman sitting in bed, arms crossed and a mean pouty lip plastered across her face. Then she drags herself to the bathroom to get ready for the day, all the while begrudging the fact that a new day has come. Somehow she makes it to work, but as the time draws near for students to enter her domain, she wants to ball up her fists, scrunch up her face, stamp her feet, and well, pout. But I don't wanna teach today. Anh.

Of course, pouting gets us (more specifically, me) nowhere. I still had to teach. I still had to face the day and accept my responsibilities. But, boy did it feel good to visualize a pout session.