46 days and counting 'till the school year is done. We have to reach a little bit further...a little bit and we are there. This is the best and worse part of every year. We are all a little bit cranky...and the kids are a little extra special. It makes for an awesome combination...almost cataclysmic. But it is the time I get the most reflective of the coming year and all the promise and things I want to do to improve and make learning better for them.
I've been writing again. Not sure why but I tend to write better when I post on twitter that I am going in for an hour. It is the idea that I only have a limited time and that there are "real" writers reading my declaration. It holds my feet to the fire for a power hour. Helps me stretch a little bit more.
Speaking of stretching...threw my back out last week. I thought I was all strong and sassy. I picked up 130 pounds of heavy teen and completely regretted it within seconds of putting him down. Back started to spasm and hasn't stopped. I have been good. I stretch, a lot. I keep moving, it doesn't feel great to do that but it helps. I am pretty sure that by this time next week I should be healed. I hope.
All last week, every night, I was dreaming of babies. Thought it meant something. Nope. Maybe it is one of my friends. Or maybe it is metaphoric. I'm not a fan of metaphors... especially when it comes to babies. I am probably too old. I have stories instead. They are like children.
I think I need a little Twitter check in and a little time writing. It will help me stretch. I need to be limber.