We drink from the last drops of sanity right now. We aren’t decent. Our language is foul. Humor? Gone. We dream of coffee mugs and oversized sweatshirts in the cool weekend mornings of fall. On a Saturday. After 10:00am.
We are tired of feeling sweat drip down the cracks of our everything because we haul planning supplies everywhere except the bathroom and take “one more trip” with materials to our classrooms and offices. We are tired of urgent needs in the middle of thoughts we can’t finish.
We are tired of clogged Chrome and unreturned emails. We’re tired of dog hair curled into swirls by the baseboards because we’ll clean the house when our courses are ready.
And they’re not ready.
We can’t manage the emotion it takes to respond to an empty toilet paper roll or the barely shakeable bits of milk someone left to ensure we lose our minds. A social event is out of the question.
We can rock with a glass of red in one hand and mindless social media in the other. The kind that mimics a picture book. Or a cartoon. We will not watch a documentary or read words.
We can’t know. We won’t go. And it’s all too hard without a nap.
We thank you for pretending what’s coming out of our mouths on this, the first week of school, is a sentence. Fill the glass and let us rock. We’ll be fine by Monday.
