2 hours

2 hours would be the number of hours that I slept last night.  That's right, only 2.  Then I went to school and taught children, grumpy sleepy children. 

Only, when I got to school I wasn't greeted by grumpy sleepy children.  I was greeted by smiles.  I was greeted with hugs.  I was greeted with words of, "My break was boring and I would rather be here with you." 

Then, I felt my tired eyes awake.  I felt my frown turn.  I felt my head stop pounding just a bit.  By lunch I had laughed so hard that I was nearly crying.  One of my kids told me about how he got a stuffed spider man for Christmas.  Evidently he didn't like it so he had his brother rip its head off.  He was laughing so hard telling me about it that he cried.  I laughed so hard I snorted which my kids thought was hysterical. 

 I was dreading going back, not because I don't love my job, but because I was so tired.  I so enjoyed having a few days to spend with Tim.  A few days where Tim and I could just be married.  A few days where neither of us lived at a school.  But today wasn't so bad.  It was actually quite wonderful. 

I think I'll sleep a bit longer than 2 hours tonight.  If I make it through this UK game it will be just short of a miracle.  But tomorrow morning will be more pleasant knowing that I get to go back to my precious kids.