Today two of my kids did something ridiculous during Morning Circle. I could’t stop laughing so I had to cover my face and pretend I was crying so the kids wouldn’t notice I was laughing at them. Because whatever it was, they weren’t supposed to be doing it. But I have no memory of what the ridiculousness was.
My days are sometimes such a blur. My students do hilarious and random things that I can’t always remember, even if I want to remember. It’s like being a parent, but with fake children. But still with bodily functions. And tantrums. And screaming. And crying. And timeouts. And, as I like to call them, costume changes (meaning me having to change into scrubs because some kind of bodily fluid makes its way onto my clothes). Never a dull moment, my job. Those moments are sometimes disgusting, but never dull.