Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
I don't know how I didn't think of this sooner. I am lying on my back, laptop resting just so, typing this entry. Lying down, people. With the a/c overhead.
Surely this is a testament to the new sloth.
This morning I helped out in Audrey's class. Her teacher has been absent the first three weeks of school (recovering from surgery) and today was her first day back. We had a good sub, and our teacher kept in touch with everyone--it hardly seemed like she was gone.
Now, I know lots of my journaling pals have kids starting kindergarten. I want to pass this on:
Kindergarten is hard work. In spite of it's crayons, cut-and-paste image, it's work. These last three weeks, I've been gritting my teeth as Audrey has had a meltdown EVERY day....now I realize why.
The day does have it's sing-songy moments, and yeah, there is cutting and coloring involved, but there's also a ton of other stuff going on.
Take care of yourself. Do your work. Keep an eye on your tablemates. Clean up your messes. Get in line. No talking. No running in the classroom.
And in the middle of all that, the gentle and not-so-gentle reminders to the ones who are not listening and need guidance.
Not to mention the directions for the tasks they are performing.
I was exhausted half an hour into it. I can only imagine how hard it is for the little ones, who are learning all the school rules, and how to interact with each other, learning in general, and adjusting to being separate from their families, all at the same time.
Our teacher makes it look so easy, smoothly transitioning from point A to point B.
All I can think about is a nap.