I Feel...Tired

Today was one of those days where it would probably have been in my best interest to not have experienced trouble sleeping the night before.  The rains were a-pitter-patterin' and the skies were dark.  It was the perfect day to take a nap.  Or two.  I like naps even when I've had my full 7 hours of slumber.  Napping on a rainy day is even better in my book.  You can only imagine how much I longed for the comfort of my couch, a warm blankie and a snuggly kitty around 1:00...

But it wasn't meant to be.  Those progress reports that I only just learned had to be uploaded by end of business today weren't going to type themselves up.  For that matter, it was highly unlikely that any of my students were going to show up, see that I was absent and say, "Gosh, Ms. Sheep must be home napping.  We should probably just get out our books and study quietly until she comes back.  We might even schedule in a spirited discussion over that last social studies chapter while we're at it!  Education is such fun, you know!"

In fact, if that last one happened, I'd be out of a job faster than you can say, "Wishful Thinking."

I guess it's just as well I went.  I may have been tired, but I can still appreciate witty conversation from the kiddies.  Here's a gem from this afternoon:

Husky Redheaded Student Who Reminds Me Of My Cat:  (hands me his pass from the school counselor following his visit to her office)  Hey, Ms. Sheep, you're a counselor too, right?

Ms. Sheep:  (blearily) Huh?  Oh...yeah.  

Other Student Who Sometimes Surprises Me With His Wit:  You are?  Wait.  You aren't one of those people who just say they are a counselor.  You have to have a piece of paper that says you are a counselor or you can't go around telling people that.

MS:  (resigned to the fact that the world has become a distrustful kind of place and that credentials might be required at any given moment)  I have a Master's Degree from the University of Southern Maine in Counseling with a specialty in School Counseling.  It's hanging on my wall at home.  Sometimes I dust it.

OSWSSMWHW:  That explains a lot.  I was wondering why you spent so much time talking about our feelings during math class...

I guess I should watch that.  But, to be fair, math class does seem to generate a great deal of angst.  It is only natural that I would want to mine that vein.  It's right there, for crying out loud.  And it's not like anyone is doing their math while they are complaining about it anyway...

I suspect that I will sleep rather well tonight.  The rains continue to fall and I managed to get in a pretty decent workout with the weights this afternoon.  I was too tired to really process the fact that I was lifting heavy objects until it was all over.  

And the weekend is almost upon me!  The scarf-in-progress will get some attention and I'm hoping to find a black and white cookie or a brownie somewhere in between Saturday and Sunday.  It doesn't look like the rain will be with us anymore, though.  

But I still think I may be able to force myself to squeeze in a bit of a nap.  It's just a feeling...

SA