Thursday, May 4, 2017
Sometimes you just have to realize you're not Superwoman.
To say that I was exhausted after 2 long days of being personable, on my feet, in the sun (and dealing with the inevitable sunburn because I never remember sunscreen), would be an understatement.
And then I strained my back. Not badly, just enough that when I went to work on Monday, I knew I should have stayed home, and flat. So I contacted my afterschool sewing program, made sure my assistant could cover for the day, and stayed home and flat on Tuesday.
That evening, I got a text from Kia. She'd left a package for me in the box on my porch. When I went to get it, this was inside -- a little something from the kids, who apparently missed the teacher who spends all her time saying, "No, you can't do that." "Get off the table." "Stop climbing on the window seat." "Don't lean out the window." "Those are sharp, don't poke her." "Don't wave the scissors around." "Didn't you hear me the first time?"
They missed that. Awww.