Sometimes I feel like I’m made of high hopes. The day started with several. We played the best 8-9 Flag team and were stomped. We played a decent 4-5 team and won at the end–only ‘cuz I gave my kid the ball for the last play. By baseball time the 5 yr old had such a fever that I considered frying an egg on his forehead. Thus dies the best laid plans of men. By nightfall my wife was gone, taking the youngest in tow. She went to see her sister run a Spartan race. They decided to make in an all-nighter, leaving me to deal with the other to boys. I cannot say that I blame her. I dip out on conferences every few months and I don’t take any kids with me.
Between that and a very expensive but spotty internet connection, I am left to wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something about the number of commitments in my life. I’m not sick yet, but if I do fall to illness, I can’t imagine what my students would do. There is not much room for a sub in my unscripted classes, and I don’t have time to script.