back in the saddle

I knew I was back when the sky was still dark when work started...and Cycret wet her pants before the day even began...and when Oluwatosin burst into tears and slugged the kid next to him...and when Amaya brushed a vibrant, difficult-to-remove blue paint all over the easel instead of her paper...and when I needed a nap by 2:45. Yep. Back to reality.