Simple Sunday – Honey Bun

Tomorrow is the first day back to school.  Last night I was talking to Husband about how I will once again make the shift from the title of “mom” to that of “Mrs. M…” as I step back into the classroom as a third grade teacher. 

Carter made the correction.

carter:  No momma.  In the morning you will be “momma”.  Then in the afternoon you will be “Mrs. M…” and in the evening you will be “momma” again.

me:  Carter, you are absolutely right!  I will always be “momma” and only sometimes be “Mrs. M…”

carter:  And for me it will be “Honey Bun” in the morning – because that is what you call me, – “Carter” in the afternoon, and “Honey Bun” in the evening when I am home.

You are so right, Carter.  So right.  Tomorrow we step forward into something else.  For them it is the grades six and four; for me it is the first day of my fourth year of teaching.

Wish us luck on an amazing start to the new school year. 

And in case you are wondering, yes, teachers have the nervous-excited stomach full of butterflies feeling on that first day of school too. 


Deep breath.  We’ve got this…

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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7 Responses to Simple Sunday – Honey Bun

  1. ksbeth says:

    They are so funny, I love their logic. Have a great first day back tomorrow)

  2. Wow. You start so early. Good luck to you all!

  3. lardavbern says:

    I have not seen your blog in so long. Glad to see you are still at it. Wow, four years! Glad it is going well.
    Seems like it’s still the middle of the summer. Well, I hope you year four is a good one.
    Sweet post.

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