one more cup of coffee

i feel like i've been teaching all day long. "chord girl" came tonight and i made her cry. i wasn't mean, i merely asked, "did you practice this week?" and of course she hadn't practiced, i don't need to ask because i can tell when she's fumbling around for the GM9 chord that she's totally lost. she starts crying and saying that she had a bad week and was "really out of it" tonight. i felt bad when she cried and smeared her mascara in a black smudge on her lower eyelid.

the boys were up early again this morning. these late nights of mine don't bring success in the early morning darkness. henry wakes jude up and henry jumps around while jude giggles and kicks and ernie and i mourn the loss of sleep and grump our way into wakefulness.