Some days you feel like a nut. Some days you don't.
I suppose in every job there are days when you drag to get out of bed and just don't want to go into work. When your a teacher there are days when you just don't want to look the little sprouts in the eye and say "I know you did your best, little Johnny!" Some days you want to say "F-ck it" and curl up in the corner with your eyes covered with your hat and sunglasses. Oh, and can one of the students get you a warm drink and a blanket like a good minion?
Wait... that's not PC, is it? Pfffttttt....
Teachers aren't perfect. We have bad days, too. We definitely aren't Saints. I know I'm not. There are days when I get frustrated and I know I'm not good for much and I've gotten off track of my learning goals. Today is one of them.
Chalk it all up to adaptability. The most fascinating thing that I have yet to see about being a teacher is that you have to adapt not only to the subject and State Standards of the subject, but to each individual classes' needs that you teach, each student that you teach, and the needs of each day that your with each class. You get psychotically bendy. It's a good think I liked Yoga before I became a teacher.
It's also extremely humbling. No matter how good you are, there's always more work to be done and more balancing to do. That's what I like about this profession. There's always something to do and something to keep my mind occupied. I do like keeping busy. And there's always the minions (kidding...).