I was reminded this morning after photographing 4 classes of 2-5 year old preschoolers, just how exhausting my job is and how I am getting too old to do it. If the kids are great, then the teachers are questioning every move I make (as if I haven't been doing it for 10+ years). You just can't win. By the end my back was aching from the constant up and down and forward and backward. I could have crawled back into bed and slept for the next 8 hours. Maybe it's me, I'm sure I'm not as patient as I used to be.
When I came home the boys were both happy to see me, which makes it all better:)
Puck then commented that I didn't cook the pasta as good as dad. -Thanks, I really needed that.
Muffin refused to eat even 1 bite of his dinner. He stayed at the table for almost 45 minutes while we waited for him to give in. No amount of bribing worked. -Muffin-1, Us-0.
|Sweet Little Feet|
Now all I need are 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep...well, one can hope, right?