I looked at my calendar yesterday, as I usually do on Sundays, to see what the week would have in store for me. Who is on Nerdy. What are in my plans. What meetings or practices or events do I need to be at or shuttle Jr. Librarian to.
I looked at the schedule for the week ahead and thought, “Yeah! This is going to be great!” because, you know, there are all kinds of fun things that I get to do. Some research. Some presenting. Some Shakespeare stuff that I love! Time to read with them. And dress rehearsals…and THE SHOW!
And then I thought about it for a second or two.
And the show.
The show is this week and we have late night practices this week and pictures and stuff that needs to get finished and OH MY GOODNESS.
That’s basically like working double shifts straight through for three days in a row.
Not kidding about that either. It’s 10:54 pm and I am finally in my jammies and waiting for that ibuprofen to kick in so that I can go to sleep. I got home maybe a half hour ago.
I was at school a few minutes after 7 this morning.
Once upon a time I did this kind of stuff on a regular basis. My first year of teaching (as a long-term sub) I would teach all day long, Monday through Friday, but three days a week I would work 4-12 at the hospital, grading papers on my dinner break – and then work every other weekend on top of that. Heavens, that kind of schedule continued until Jr. Librarian was about two months old…when I finally realized that I needed to cut back a bit.
Once upon a time, I had a whole lot more energy and needed a whole lot less sleep. (Apparently.)
I’m not feeling so young right now.
But I bet that tonight I will sleep like a baby.