It has been a week.
(Okay, it’s been longer, but I’m serious. It’s been a WEEK.)
It started off well enough: a concert on Tuesday to see Patti Lupone and Mandy Patinkin. AMAZING. The first half was all variants of love songs, and their joy at singing together evident. My favorite piece came right before the intermission–“April in Fairbanks” choreographed on wheeled office chairs. I adored the silliness of dancing while seated, and Patti careening backstage with a scream when Mandy let go. Watch it, although the quality is not what I would have desired.
The second half began with solos from Evita and ended with Sondheim. I love Sondheim and have since I first saw Side by Side by Sondheim in the city years and years ago. (I think that small show was pre-children, so waaaaaaaaaaay long ago.)
Dinner with Jenn and her friend pre-show was super. Chatting with Rachel and Mike in the crowds during the intermission just as wonderful. (Yes, it was writers who adore Broadway. Should anything wonderful come along again, we meeting up again.) Hair is on the line up for next season, so I think I will have to break down and cough up money for tickets.
But after Tuesday, it all went downhill. School is assessment, assessment, assessment, and while I managed to squeeze in the kids’ four-page typed stories, it was not easy. Spring has hit, and the number of kids who cannot close their mouths has risen. In addition, we’ve added leprechaun chase to the playground games, which only means tears on someone’s part. Either they’re not the leprechaun or they are the leprechaun or someone falls on the asphalt and skins a knee.
Two more weeks before I’m on Easter break.
There’s stress barreling down on teachers, too. Class-size reduction was voted out by the school board so they could pink-slip 25+ teachers. We’re adding a transitional K class at our site, and it’s uncertain who is going to teach it. But NOT ME. By gum, seniority should count for something. I’ve been quite outspoken as to how I don’t want to do it, my partner teacher the same, and the third teacher is more or less willing. The fourth teacher, sadly, got a pink slip. And we’re going to have about thirty kids apiece next year–whether or not we’re teaching T-K.
I’m all for making parent help mandatory and will campaign heavily to acquire volunteers.
By last night, I was wiped and gave up and went to bed a little after 8P. Which means I woke up at 11:30, again at 1:30 when I couldn’t fall right back to sleep, but finally did around 3A.
Harley whined me awake at 7A.
The Daughter is having a birthday party today. She hasn’t settled on the menu yet, but I think we’re cooking. It won’t be at the house, but at the park. Unless it rains. Which means I should clean the house–just in case.
Tomorrow is nothing. I’m calling in dead and reading all day. I finished Discount Armageddon, went back to my Ann Aguirre series, and might get Killbox finished before Leah’s book Above arrives. Amazon is sending it early–with a note that it was being released earlier. I’ve got Deb’s Wide Open waiting for me, too.
When work sucks, I really do need a rich fantasy life. Thank god for damn fine writers.