SOL: It's 9pm

I am participating in the
 Slice of Life  
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, 
on Tuesdays.

A big thank you to Two Writing Teachers for providing this unique opportunity
for teacher-writers to share and reflect!!

It's 9pm 

on a Tuesday.

It's 9pm 

on the Tuesday after the March Slice of Life Challenge.

It's 9pm 

and I have not written a slice of life.

It's 9pm 

and I have not even drafted a slice of life.

It's 9pm

and I wonder how it can be so challenging to write one slice of life, when I wrote one every day for 31 days without much difficulty at all?

It's 9pm

and I have 

babysat my granddaughter for one hour before school, 

because of a very unusual scheduling hiccup,

carried a bureau into my own classroom for the dramatic play corner,

because it sat there screaming "I'm free!!" from the curb in front of a house as I drove by,

launched a whole new professional inquiry project about restorative practice,

because of an excellent workshop last week,
taught a full day of preschool with paint, blocks, dress-ups, books, more,
because that's what I do,

worked closely with a very challenging preschooler,

because he bit a classmate once again and I can't figure out how he's ever going to stop,

entered edits on report cards during my lunch break,

because my principal got them back to me late and they were due last Friday,

ate too many pizza rolls leftover from children's lunches 

because I couldn't believe they wouldn't even taste them,

wrote a long note to families,

because we are going to do many exciting things in the weeks to come,

ran at break-neck speed around my school neighborhood with other colleagues,

because a first grader was missing and, thankfully, soon found safe and sound,

returned to see my granddaughter a little more after school,

because we gather there on Tuesdays for dinner,

showered and readied myself for bed,

because I am exhausted.

It's 9pm

and this is my slice of life.