There are some days when I am many people. Today is one of those days.
This morning I was a mom. I fixed lunches, got backpacks ready, made coffee (for me!) and put clothes out for my dudes to wear to school. I forgot to take the coffee with me.
This morning (and until 2:30) I was a teacher. I stopped at the local donut shop (and, if I must say, the best donut shop this side of the Mason-Dixon line) to pick up two dozen scrumptious and oh so healthy treats for my first period class. I gave three exams today, graded countless essays, backed up my Mac, complimented many students on end of semester projects and edited two exams to give tomorrow. I also spent over 30 minutes trying to find my car keys so I could leave the building.
This afternoon I was a choreographer. I made up an audition combination in the car while driving from my district to my husband’s. I put the jazz hands, jazz squares and grapevine steps together along with other tried and true audition moves for the next musical I will be choreographing. I taught over 60 teens the combination – still in my work clothes – with enthusiasm and energy that I wasn’t aware I had. I was so into it that I left my phone in the auditorium.
This evening, I am tired. I can’t remember anything that I had planned to accomplish tonight. I am aggravated about my phone and all I can think about are jazz hands and Go-go boots. Plus, I keep remembering the look of anticipation, nervousness and desperation on those kid’s faces. I was once in their shoes, so I hope the director will cast the show with care. If he doesn’t, I may put my foot down. After all, I am the show’s choreographer and he is my husband. This is our 10th year of working together on shows. But the funny stuff that goes along with a husband/wife team (think opposites – I am the goofy one, he is the serious one, or I am good cop, he is bad cop) will have to be for another post. I can’t seem to remember the stories right now. All I know is that I complained enough about the phone so he went back and brought it home. What a nice director. Jazz hands.