“Why do I keep waking up at 2:01 a.m. ?” I asked my Dr. yesterday. She said, “Well, it’s just what…we seem to do at our age.” Well, I thought, she looks pretty good, if she is indeed my age. Then I asked if she had any suggestions. She said, ” Well, what do you do now?” Sly, she turned the question around. I said, “I don’t drink coffee after 3 pm and I take two Advil. She said, “Okay, take three Advil.”. Yikes, I thought I was already taking too many Advils a day.
It seems so much bigger than just taking another Advil. I worry about Jeff, Kelly, Em, John, Sammie and Dave (my family). Oh, I’ll add in my mom and dad too ! I worry about the child who has just lost his home, the student who just came back from Mexico and suddenly is stymied by a vowel team. I think about my ‘sighing’ morning friend who worries every night about her class of thirty and also wonder why we are never laughing hysterically at lunch anymore. I think the future of public education is in jeopardy and wonder if anyone else notices that the rich are getting rich and the poor are getting very desperate.
Why do I wake up???? Okay, I’ll try the 3rd Advil and let you know tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams my 30 something friends, my 40 something friends… and my 50 something friends can start emailing me at 2:01 tomorrow night.