Jenny Lawson is amazing. I have both of her books on audiobook and I listen to them whenever I need a boost of awesome. She explained a person’s daily energy as being a set number of spoons, and that number varies on a person’s age, medical history, etc. Listening to her absolved me of any guilt I feel about having to stop myself before I drop (myself).
After a full night’s sleep, I somehow managed to wake up with one spoon. It wasn’t even a big spoon. I’m not really sure if it was an actual spoon, it might have been one of those little wooden paddles you sometimes get with ice cream cups. (That has always confused me, why wood? Has anyone ever gotten a splinter from one of these?) I have been lugging around that spoon as if it were a ladle full of lead all morning.
Yesterday I had a great day. I covered a first grade class in the morning. (Math, mass and handwriting, lots of wiggling and tattling.) In the afternoon, I held my first after school theatre class and although the class was full (16!) and super high energy, it was amazing!
I was a little concerned as to how it would go; the principal told me that my lesson plans were a little more structured than they were used to. (This impressed me. I am very laid back and I wondered if perhaps the other teacher simply used static electricity to control her students.)
I outlined clear expectations and kept them on a tight schedule. They did a great job and they were disappointed that class was over too soon.
Now I’m exhausted. But with both jobs and a freelance editing thing I managed to make exactly enough to get by this week.
Snaps to the NY Daily News. I couldn’t have said it better myself.