So my 12 y-o says to me in exasperation: “You are a handful!”
And I guess that’s about right. When I showed up this morning he offered me this rap, though:
“Oh, you’re up late today, up late today
Go Mommy, go Mommy
Got that beauty sleep, that beauty sleep
with the shiny skin
She looks rested, looks rested..”
All this, while I shimmied and popped to his rhythm.
A great way to start the day!
When I start my “teaching” day and peek into SeeSaw, I’m first checking to make sure my activities are in the right places and then to clear any responses that need to be approved. It’s only 8:40 and already some kids have gone straight to the PE activity. I think it’s funny to see who does that. 2nd graders who are like “yeah, that reading and writing, I’ll do that later. Let me make up a tossing game first…”
If you see me on Twitter ragging on distance learning, it’s not because of my own experience, it has more to do with what were asking of kids, families and teachers during a time of international crisis. If I can offer my students an activity that gives them joy and a desire to practice something, that’s fabulous. It’s also a remarkable privilege to enjoy the conditions to do that so seamlessly.
Getting dressed, I ask: am I dressing for running or for writing and such?
My answer is: both.
Yesterday I went to my therapy appointment on the wrong day. I was on time, though. The appointment is today. Surprisingly I was not too bothered. It was a silly mix-up on my part. I forgave myself in a heartbeat. I went to the store and bought toast, red wine and chocolate.
My otherwise asynchronous life seems to be spilling over.