Why is it that the easiest things are usually the most difficult? I have a master's degree, but can't find my shoes many mornings. I can teach 25 children for 6 hours, but can't get three at home to brush their teeth or change the empty toilet paper roll.
Today, I got all my home children to school, taught all day, planned for Monday, wrote the newsletter to my families all to realize I forgot to say goodbye to my husband this morning and didn't kiss my kids before they left my sight.
In all the craziness that is life, remember the KISS. It may be a good place to start.