Of all the non-teachers in my life, Mr. Mimi really does seem to understand the life of a teacher as well as any non-teacher can. The ups! The downs! The rants, the raves, the late nights, the so not 8-3 and summers off life that we live as teachers. I really believe that spouses of teachers....wait supportive spouses of teachers deserve a trophy, a medal, some sort of bonus - anything for being the sounding boards that they are. Seriously, Mr. Mimi is a troooooooper.
And then this happened:
Him: (continues to read his email)
Him: (still reading email)
Me: (clearing throat to maximize volume) UGGGGHHHHH!
Him: Something wrong?
Me: Oh, what? With me? Where did you get that?
Me: Well, since you asked. I am exhausted! I have spent the last few days trapped in a room putting together classroom libraries.
Him: You love books.
Me: Yeah, but...I mean, this is intense! Box after box after box...and they all have to be checked in, leveled, labeled, sorted...it's insane!
Him: You love organizing.
Me: True. But this was A LOT even for me.
Him: You almost have a doctorate and find putting dots on a bunch of books challenging?
Me: Wait, I'm not sure you understand. We're talking about at least a thousand books. Every single book has to get a dot, every single dot needs to have a piece of packing tape put over it so the kids don't pick it off. Every. Single. Book. Do you see my fingers? I have literally bled all over that room!
Him: It still doesn't sound like a hard day...
Me: We need to stop talking now.
People can sympathize with the behavioral issues. They can sympathize with the hours of grading papers. They can try and understand how unappreciated teachers are. They can feel for our early wake up times. They can.
But I don't think any non-teacher will truly understand how much time and energy teachers spend organizing, cleaning, lifting, moving, hanging, stapling, taping, cutting, running, bending, wiping and basically doing anything and everything that needs to be done. Whether it feels professional, in our job description or even clean. We just roll up our sleeves and get it done.
So, to all my teacher peeps who are not only killing it every day in front of their friends and then doing more behind the scenes work than a group of four eager interns who are literally working for their next meal, I take my hat off to you.
Although I don't really do hats...
Can I salute you with a fabulous high heel?