Tis the season...

It's play season, which, for me, is 6 out of the 9 months I teach. But I'm currently in the Heat of play season - we're in performance month. That means my life is a series of lists...
Things to buy:
Things to find:
Things to make:
Things to get in the costume box:
Things to paint:
Things to print:
Things to create:
and somewhere at the bottom,
Things to do:

But if it makes it to the Things to do: list that means I'm not sure if I should buy, find, make, paint, print, or create it...it just has to get done.
Tomorrow we learn the finale - the last big number - with all 150 kids involved...Singing, dancing, acting, and moving on the stage AT ONCE. So I've listened to the music about 1000 times and I can see it in my head, but I've learned over the years that what I see in my head is not always the same as what comes out on the stage. And with just me to choreograph this number, and teach each of the parts to the respective groups, it could be interesting.

So here it is, the night before, and what am I doing? Not dancing, not blocking, not even listening to the music; instead, I'm blogging and then going to take a bath with my love while I eat ice cream. And then, maybe, I'll have the strength for the rest.

My Personal Narrative

I have a narrative that runs through my head all day. And it is usually in the form of conversations I intend on having at some point. I am usually "talking" to Art, Judy & Marissa (my team), my dogs, my students, or Anna. I have these conversations going so often, that I often can't remember what I've said aloud, and what I've just 'thought'. This past week I've had to ask a student, twice, if I said something aloud, or just thought it. It's really an issue.

This week I've noticed my narrative has shifted primarily to 'blogging'... I've been 'thinking' what I should, or could, be writing here. But I never take the time to actually sit down to write it (mostly because it seems a bit inane to actually put into words), until I was sitting here enjoying my grapefruit when the narrative took over and I thought - Just Write it Down! Even if it's just about grapefruit. So here is a bit of the narrative in my head....My friend Marissa eats a grapefruit every day for lunch. We used to accuse her of being on the grapefruit diet, but really she just bought them at Costco and we all know what kind of a commitment you get from shopping at Costco. Each day she enjoys her grapefruit and manages to carry on a conversation and not make a sticky mess. Today I decided to have a grapefruit for my after school snack while I caught up on my blog reading. Let just say that outside the narrative running through my brain, I was not able to accomplish anything. And, I'm sticky, my desk is sticky, I shot grapefruit all over myself, and I haven't even gotten to the juice. I'm just not as talented as Marissa.

Today was Maturation. I enjoy maturation, but only because we have the funniest lady come and present. She takes a serious and uncomfortable situation and makes everyone giggle. It is always fun to watch faces turn red and girls look at their moms as if they might die, but we all survive. Maybe it's just the cookie that pulls them through.

Ok, that's all. Because it's the end of the day (yes 5:00 is approaching bedtime for me), and by this point, forming full and complete sentences is a chore. But I do feel better after having unloaded a bit of the narrative.