All this week I am doing some very high-energy music activities with 80 kids at a daycamp at my church each morning. Basically, I'm a performing monkey for two half-hour sessions. It's surprising how much planning and headache and energy goes into just 30 minutes of singing. It's difficult because the kids range in age from two to 11, and it's hard to keep them all engaged for that whole time. Actually, "engaged" is a bit ambitious. If they're not climbing the walls, I consider that a success.
Oh, how I long for the times of old, when children would sit still and listen and learn. Instead of, for example, lying on the floor, running around, and heckling me.
Afterward, I get to go home and take care of my own kids for the rest of the day. Today, this left me completely fagged.
Tonight, I will not stay up late burning CDs for every child in the camp. Instead, I will go to sleep at ten pm. Maybe even nine. Then maybe tomorrow I won't be dead on my feet at 3pm.
Oh, and also, I finally took M'hijo for his first shots, which he should have had when he was eight weeks old. Oops. It will take three visits over the next three months to get him caught up.
Today, he got two in each leg. He cried a little and fussed, but really, with the size of those legs, it's like bees stinging the Hulk. It didn't take long for him to recover, and then he even smiled at the nurse who had performed the vicious deed.
