Lately I’ve been reading lots of tweets and posts from teachers about a new kind tired.
And, lately, I’ve been feeling it, too.
It seeps through my body at the end of the day even though it wasn’t there minutes before.
It’s the kind of tired that I usually experience at the beginning of the school year. Not at the end.
It’s the kind of tired that takes over my bones not because I’ve had a strenuous workout, but because I’ve used up all of my physical and mental energy.
Until there’s nothing left.
This tired is a new kind of tired at the end of this new kind of year.
This tired surprises me.
It comes over me suddenly.
It is experienced at creeping.
It is quiet, but makes itself felt.
A good night’s rest usually takes care of the tired.
Until the end of the next day when it crawls in next to me…again.
A teacher’s life during multiple pandemics.
Cross posted to The Two Writing Teachers Tuesday Slice of Life Challenge.