I’ve tried typing my thoughts two times over already only to delete it all.
Truth is, I am beat.
I knew this week would be pretty tough. A busy weekend, the art show and many, many meetings meant that I would have very little down time. I also decided this would be our clay week so I introduced and carried out 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade clay projects for four days straight. If that alone isn’t a reason to have a weekend, I don’t know what is…Seriously, I have been up to my eyeballs in clay. No – really! Eyeballs on clay frogs and butterflies and cherries on top of cupcakes that look like boobs. I like clay and the kids have loved clay but my sore throat, dry hands, and tired feet beg to differ.
Tomorrow should be a make up the work we missed when we had that snow day – day but I just can’t wrap my brain around being that incredibly productive tomorrow. I am still the author my day and when I started dreading my Friday, I knew I needed a new plan. That, and my throat might go on strike if I try to talk them through the steps of one-point perspective. Ouch.
All those words to say that I am tired, the light at the end of the tunnel is getting close enough it is nearly bright, and I can’t remember the last time Friday at 3:30 sounded so awesome.
I just wrote this up and clicked over to my Google Reader before hitting the publish button. I seriously considered not publishing my post because I know my tough weeks are pretty small. I read this post on Fresh Art Photography and it was enough to put my life back in perspective. The story of this family will stick with me for sure.