Tired

Monday was the last day of the summer reading program at Gladden. My dad came dressed in his vintage baseball uniform and was a huge hit! As I was walking out, my very energetic five year old neighbor J. asked me if I plan to volunteer at the program next year. I told him that I wanted to keep doing the reading program for as long as I lived in Fton and my schedule allowed. He looked at me skeptically and said, "you are going to be very tired."

Going to Gladden once a week does not make me tired. In fact, since I've been off from teaching this summer, I'm not really tired at all. I don't like it! I get so much more done when my schedule is packed. I like going to bed at the end of a busy day and feeling like I've earned a good night's sleep! After reading all day and messing around the house, I'm hardly ever physically tired. I've read about how intellectual labor is often not viewed as real labor since there is usually no material product to show for your work, and I can understand people who hold that view. I am excited to start teaching again! Not that that makes me physically tired, but I feel like I have accomplished more after a class. Of course, the fact that Brian is literarly working sixteen and seventeen hour days also tends to affect how I view labor right now!