Thursday, March 21, 2013

Once a Year Whether I Need it or Not

At home this morning, things got busy, and before I knew it, I didn't have time to take a shower before class. In addition to my daily morning showers, I often take quick evening showers before bed since they seem to facilitate sounder sleep.* Last night, however, I was up until 1:30 a.m. working, so I skipped it. But I'm often a two-shower-a-day kind of person.

But no shower last night. No shower this morning. I'm still at work, and it's 5:30  p.m.

I feel so grimy. And, perhaps since I'm teaching Twelfth Night this week, I just keep thinking about how grimy those Elizabethan Londoners must have been under all of those layers of clothing as they crammed in next to each other at the Globe.

I'm sorry, I know it's natural, and we're all human, but eeewwww.

*There is some data that seems to support my perceptions. Apparently, we sleep better when our body temp is falling (as it is after a warm shower) rather than rising (which mine does when I slide into my bed with freezing feet, and curl up in a fetal position as I wait for the heavy blankets to work their magic).

Monday, March 18, 2013

What You Will

About 45 minutes after we put the kids to bed, we heard a funny noise from their room. Turns out, the Girl was still awake, and the noise we heard was a sheet of paper being ripped out of a spiral notebook. She was awake, with a booklight, writing a play.

She will be unbearably tired tomorrow, but I must admit that I am excited by how engaged she was in her writing process. I went in to kiss her goodnight (again), and she told me that she wants to videotape the play and that she thinks I would be perfect for the parts of Mom 1 and Mom 2.

One of the weekly activity centers in her class has been "reader's theater," and I can tell that she has internalized (at least to some extent) the dramatic format.

I just finished prepping Twelfth Night for tomorrow, so her playwrighting (not a word?) makes me feel warm and fuzzy.