I seriously think the kids and I need spring break to come soon. Tomorrow, please.
On Friday morning I went out to breakfast with two neighbors who are good friends, but whom I had barely seen all winter. It was a blast catching up with them. I walked to work — for the first time all year — and was in a wonderful mood when I arrived.
That lasted through the fifteen minutes of journal time, and during my prep when the children were at music. Then I went to pick them up. The music teacher greeted me at the door.
“They were like wild animals,” she said. “You couldn’t pay me enough to spend my day with preschoolers,” and her face showed her exhaustion.
She was right, too. The rest of the morning was wild. When they left all my energy was gone, as was my wonderful mood.
Miss Slinger looked at me. “You wear yourself out, because you feel responsible for everything they do.”
She’s right, but I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.