I’m just going to come right out and say it: There’s no tired like Friday night teacher tired. Yes, of course there are professionals in other fields who are more tired on a Friday night. But that down to the bone teacher fatigue that allows me-er-one to rationalize that 7:32 pm isn’t crazy early to collapse into bed (I mean it’s almost 8, right?!)…Who’s with me?
My Friday night teacher tired was especially pronounced last night. I’d finally succumbed to the cold that has been making the rounds at school. I’d just finished report cards. And yesterday was the last day of school before the start of Spring break. A much anticipated break since we had not had one.single. snow.day.
One of my favorite things about just giving up and giving into the exhaustion on Friday nights is how good I feel on Saturday morning. I don’t have a saying for that part yet, but I’m working on it.
And today is going to be a fun one. First day of Spring break. My youngest and I are in Washington for a girls weekend. And the cold is under control thanks to medicine.