My case wasn’t quit shut so I am only at 13% battery on this thing. Hmmm, that’s a good metaphor for life.
I had a glass of wine with dinner, and while my stomach and throat will pay for it later, I do feel wonderfully sleepy now. Befoe I go to bed, let me tell you a little story from today: it was after nap, and the children were all up and playing. Suddenly from housekeeping there came a crying and sobbing as if someone had just been stabbed in the stomach. It was a little three year-old- girl, clutching a small pink plastic pitcher. I asked her if she was ok, and she sobbed some unintelligible words. I asked her again to tell me again what was wrong, and she held up her little pitcher and gasped out, “Ella….dwank…. all my coffee.”
Since I have taught preschool a bazillion years, I did not point out that her pitcher was full of air and that this did not necessitate her Oscar-worthy sobs. Instead I hid a smile, asked her if she liked that (no), then asked what she wanted to say to Ella (please don’t do that), then I refilled her air coffee.