I'm working from home today. I was scheduled to be at the office for meetings....which sounds really important, but kind of isn't. I was actually supposed to be at school for the Teacher In-service, which is a fancy way of saying that I'd correct papers there without the distraction that students provide. Fortunately, there was a snow storm last night and most of today, so that the boss called a "snow day." I kind of love that the teachers got a snow day and the students didn't.
Now I am working hard to correct papers, and finding myself distracted most pleasantly by this blog.
Why, yes, those are my reading glasses on my head. I wondered where they were. Nice furrowed brow. Maybe a bit of Botox...or a tight ponytail is in order. Hello, age.
Yesterday I babysat my sister's kids while she went to work. The kids are adorable; 6, 4, and 2, or close enough to that, anyway. Three fast moving humans pinging off of objects considerably below my line of sight kept me in a state of heightened anxiety for a full seven hours. For some reason, I remember my own children at that age as cherubic compliant persons who thrilled to moments of teachable quiet. The years may have distorted my memory somewhat. The reality of young people in the house is noisier, stickier, and crazier than I had recalled. We moved from potty to minor injury to food to screaming, and back again. It was very intense. I did insist that the TV stay off, as I couldn't process the extra stimulus. You'll not be surprised to hear that I treated them to a full reading of The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, and also The Spider and the Fly (which I may have dramatically acted out.) I haven't had such a high-energy, think-on-your-feet, be-creative-before they-are kind of day in recent memory. It was wonderful. My sister has graciously invited me to come back to do it again one day next week.
I would have taken pictures, but I had the regrettable experience of wearing brilliant red lipstick with no other makeup at all. It made be look quite terrifying. In truth, the lipstick is rather wonderful in its persistence. It's a cheap drugstore purchase that promises to stay on for 24 hours, and it delivers. I woke up yesterday with flaming red lips, and they did not diminish through gooey kisses, hasty meals, nor endless coffee. In truth, the lipstick I am wearing today is the same brand, but a more sedate color. Sedate is my middle name, after all.
You know what? I have got to go get some work done. Honestly! I can't stay focused for the life of me.