It’s about 6:30 pm, the Monday following Daylight Savings Day, and I am exhausted. I suppose I should be happy that it’s already 6:30 and it’s still light outside, but I’m still feeling the effects of losing that hour of sleep, so it’s hard to be appreciative. For their part, my boys seem to taking the change fine, although my husband did say he had to wake all three of them up this morning so they weren’t late for school.
It’s also cold and rainy outside, so all I want to do is cuddle up under a thick blanket and take a nap (or maybe just call it a night and sleep).
Unfortunately, I have a long night ahead as I finish up some grading, plan for tomorrow, and prepare for a presentation I need to give after school for a graduate course. It doesn’t help that my focus is interrupted every five minutes by my 5-year-old, who finished his homework a few minutes ago. Yes, my 5-year-old kindergartner has homework. For the past few weeks, 1-2 math sheets have been coming home in his folder. I think the parent part of me should probably be upset that my 5-year-old is coming home with math homework, but I’m actually not. The homework doesn’t take more than 5 minutes, and it does let me see what he’s learning in school. Right now he’s learning about how to tell stories with number bonds. And though I may be an English teacher, I think I have this number bond thing down pat. 🙂
If you popped into my family room right now, then, you’d see me sitting in the corner of the sofa under that big, thick blanket and my 5-year-old cuddled next to me as he plays Mario Kart on the Wii U (his prize for finishing his homework). Meanwhile, one of his big brothers is busy at the desk behind us, spending the last hour looking up how to make different origami animals on the computer. So far, he’s made quite an impressive little menagerie of origami bears.
On the coffee table are books, toys, pencils, and various papers strewn about, including the boys’ wish lists from their visit to the school book fair this afternoon. The first thing my kindergartner actually did when we came home was show me his list. “I need twenty dollars, Mommy,” he announced. It’s his first book fair, so he’s especially excited. Meanwhile, his brother apparently needs $47 for the five books on his list. I guess the days of $2.99 paperbacks are long over (that’s how much each copy of the Sweet Valley High series cost. My mom used to buy me one after every report card when I was little).
If you popped into my family room right now, you’d also see a big pile of the boys’ laundry on one of the sofas, and you’d hear the sound of the washing machine in the background, another soon-to-be pile that will need folding and putting away. You’d see my work bag slumped on the floor next to the sofa where I sit, so I can easily reach over the arm to grab the next pile of grading or reading I need to do. Behind me, on the desk, is my warm mug of Earl Grey with extra cream for comfort.
It’s Monday and spring break is only a few days away. Something tells me it’s going to be a long week.
This post is part of the “Slice of Life” series, organized by the teachers at Two Writing Teachers, whose goal is to give teachers a place to write and reflect. This March, more than 300 teachers have committed to daily writing. If you’d like to read more “slices” (from other teachers and even some students), visit twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/challenges.