Last week was one of those weeks that left me feeling like I was beaten up. I came home Thursday night in tears because I was just so done with testing, so done with teaching, so done with doing anything other than pulling the covers over my head and curling into a ball. I'm a pretty calm person and tend to roll with the punches, but this week had too many punches. Tuesday, I was upset because I was expected to give 2 1/2 hours of testing without so much as a bathroom break, despite there being somewhere around 20 teachers who were doing nothing during the tests and could easily give bathroom breaks. I tried to handle it myself, though I feel like a jerk playing the pregnancy card, but 2 1/2 hours? REALLY? I was hurting after 45 minutes, without drinking a drop of water.
Slowly, though, it got better, like it always does. Out of losing our minds from testing, my co-workers and I spent most of the week playing an unbelievably stupid game that we invented. It basically involves five buckets and a giant glitter-filled bouncy balls. So stupid, yet it allowed us to blow off enough steam to DEAL. Friday night, I went to Beth's house with CE, Steph, Sarah, and Arianne. We ate pizza rolls, watched a gross but hilarious movie, and laughed. A lot.
I woke up Saturday morning still tired, but refreshed. It's amazing how a night with people you love, filled with laughter and junky food can do that much good. But it can. Last week really got to me, but it also reminded me that no matter what, there is an up to every down, and life has a way of handing you those ups when you need them the most.