Ethan turns 3 this weekend and when he got up from his nap he was greeted with a gift from Crandall...a button for dancing. At first, he moved a little, and then it became his new companion, I am told. I have received videos from his parents, too, as he won't let it go and is dancing with it on the beds at his home.
Wusah! Perfect gift.
(for those wanting to see what the hype is, they can Google 30-second dance party. There are an ample number of videos there)
I'm not sure what got into me this week, but I've continued to be horns-down, total ram mode to get work completed from summer. Often, I don't get to POW! until the later Autumn months, but I wanted the publications in the hands of families early in the school year, so I can concentrate on the other work of the academic year (journals, publications, teaching, service, etc). With that noted, I finished editing last night and only am missing a couple of entries from kids, having sleuthed down the names of pieces written by ghosts. Usually when I contact a parent I get a response, "Doesn't surprise me one bit that they didn't do what they were supposed to."
Youth is wasted on the young.
Ah, with this off the radar, I can then begin thinking about the million and one other things needing attention...including a mental break. I really do try to find ways to get away from the grind, but every time I try to do that, I get overwhelmed by what I will return to...so I keep grinding.
Dang it. They grab teachers by the gonads...they really do. Anyway, onwards.
