But I’m not. Clearly. Cause here I sit, typing away … and about to take a nap.

I’ve got my priorities in the right order.

I’m meeting up with Maman at 2, and then off I go to Dulles. Looks like I’ll be cabbing it, because Maman has school meetings.

I spent an hour, a mere 60 minutes in her room yesterday and was done. Spent. Could barely handle it. Maman is one of those special needs teachers … as in, the low functioning special needs kiddos.

I have no earthly idea how the hell she does it. She’s like freaking Ghandi, in the female form. Hmm. Now that I’m thinking about it, they even have the same, slim, petite build. Anyway. She’s a Ghandi. Makes me totally feel like … well, not a Ghandi.

So not only does she never say a bad thing about anyone or anything, she’s also saving the world of special needs. I’m in awe, total awe of her.

Her class is insane. There’s always one kid who is howling or grunting {non-stop}, one who at random times falls straight down and convulses into a seizure, and another who wants to constantly hold your hand but the thing is — she doesn’t realize how strong she is and you end up looking like a rag doll being dragged around a classroom.

There’s two more in wheelchairs who don’t talk and two others not in wheelchairs who don’t talk, but you have to keep a close eye on, because they’ve been known to bolt from school premises.

It’s nothing short a three ringed circus. You can’t possibly take it seriously and survive. So it is a light hearted atmosphere. But still, it requires so, so much emotionally and physically.

So while Maman is handling seizures and dino boxes, I am going to close my eyes. Wake up, get the yoga on and quickly pack.

Leaving is just as hard as being here. I’m sure I’m going to want to cry and hold onto Maman for dear life and not let go.

But I will let go and I will leave and I will return. D.C. isn’t going anywhere. I, however, am.