As I sit across the table from my husband eating my second piece of cake for the day (don’t judge, I’m pregnant), I absentmindedly touch the neckline of my shirt. I feel something scratch my skin and think, Oh great, I dropped food down my shirt today and something is now crusted inside. (Again, pregnant.)
It’s oddly smooth, until I hit a corner. I look down, only to close my eyes.
Yes. Yes, I have my shirt inside out. It has been inside out all day. Through daycare dropoff, a walk into school to grab the laptop I forgot, an all day work session with the EL department to work on 5 day in person schedules, and then daycare pickups.
No wonder every time I went to the bathroom my pockets were hanging “backwards” and the “front” just didn’t seem to be laying correctly, I reflect.
Let’s just chalk this up to things that happen on a Wednesday in March after a full year of online teaching while planning a new schedule for a sub while prepping for ACCESS testing and thinking about the fetal blood transfusion that is scheduled for tomorrow at 5 pm. Or being pregnant. It could totally be the pregnancy’s fault.