There was a lot of crying in class today. The kids even did some of it. Chez went home early, sick. Analee came in crying and curled up in my arms for cuddling and rocking. K.K. finished the day the way Analee started it.
Cass would periodically dissolve in tears. When asked what was wrong she would wail, “Nothing!” And she definitely did not want to be hugged and cuddled.
Harold spent most of the day struggling to stay awake and was the first asleep at nap time. Candy was quiet, except when she was whining and rubbing her eyes. Only Kevin and Gordy seemed to be alert, but they were both full of ornery and in no mood for lessons.
Gordy told me he didn’t want to take a nap. I told him I did, and if he didn’t mind — since he wouldn’t need them — I’d use his pillow and blanket. He changed his mind, decided to nap after all and went to sleep within moments. Kevin said I could have his blanket and pillow, but once he got his pallet made he crawled in it and went to sleep without giving me another thought. I had to stay up and do paper work.
Then I came home where nothing greeted me except for a pile of dirty laundry. Pft. I finished reading a wrenching book and started another that promises to be just as emotional. Is the weekend here yet?