Wednesday, April 1, 2009
No rest for the Weary!
I am currently teaching and directing the school's Spring Music program (note to readers, just because you are married to the band director does not mean you know anything about music. Don't believe me, ask a neurologist's wife about brain surgery). I'm tired already and we are only on week ONE. I'm finishing up one fundraiser and we start the next one in two weeks.
I do all this with Ella-Sophie in her sling attached to my body for 2-4 hours drooling or zerberting my chest while Isabel hangs on my arm, eats too many sweets, and generally makes a pest of herself. But who can blame them. I'm bored and frustrated why shouldn't they be as well. My back aches, my head hurts, and I'm completely irritated. I sincerely hope my children are enjoying private school ;)
and yet . . .
I got to class today with the first graders and they were rip roaringly ready for me. We sang, "Down in my Heart," and those kids were really going and giving me and the Lord their best 100% and I really had a great time today. One of the kids ask me when I first learned to sing so beautifully (insert smirk here) and I said, "welllll I guess when I was your age singing in our church choir," smiling back as sweet as sugar this little one said, "then that means I can be as good as you soon and I can carry a baby on my belly and sing with all the little kids at school and drink sonic drinks?"
aspiring to be me at any age is dangerous, aspiring to be me at six is hysterical and terribly sweet and just what I needed today.
thanks shy . . .