What is it about working with the wee short ones that makes me so tired?

Last week was the week that would never end, and I loved almost every moment of it. Monday - Friday I worked with the first grade class, who are ever so wonderful. We worked with reading, writing, math, music and on Friday, had a class pajama party. For the first time every, I wore my pj's to school. And gosh, it was comfortable.

But of course, there was more to the week. Monday and Tuesday had regular classes and night classes. Thursday had regular classes. Wednesday's class was cancelled, but I did tutor Wednesday and Thursday afternoon.

Friday after school I came home and slept until Saturday. Literally--asleep by 3:30 p.m. until 2:00 p.m. Saturday, minus little times I would wake up for an hour here, two hours there. It was bliss.

Were it not for the working with the kids part, I'd not think school was worth it. How very sad that the one place that is supposed to motivate us to be better is the place that really is demoralizing and, in some cases, useless.