Not Working

I am not working. I am playing. I have been playing since Friday night, and it is now Sunday morning. Even though some of my playing involves students, that does not mean it is work. There, I said it. I enjoy playing with my students in my free time. What does that make me? Perverted? Stupid? Too Involved?

For example, last night: Saturday night, the first weekend of Spring Break and what do I find myself doing? A run down:

* Talking on gmail to Greg and Cameron, both editors in chief of the newspaper. Greg was producing a girls' basketball game on the Drake radio station, and Cameron was pining for a girl.

* Making little videos for all my favorite friends on facebook...yes, I said it...I have favorites. They are the kids who do all the work, happily, and who make the yearbook and newspaper a success. They know who they are.

* Having a live Skype video chat with Chas, former yearbook graphics editor and top geek. He had just gotten a camera and was having his virginal chat...it's fun, but WAY different than chatting with people on the phone or on a chat program. They can SEE you. You can't roll your eyes or pick your nose...and there are these poignant pauses...that seem like they last forever in a live video chat.

* Taking care of my husband who was having his third migraine headache in two days...he's in major pain but I am helpless to help him. He just has to ride them out, and he actually went to bed at 4 p.m., which he NEVER does.

* Texting Walker, who was at a show choir contest in Sioux City. Remind me to tell you some stories about Sioux City.

* Overseeing Quincy and Kaleb, his bestest buddy, who was spending the second night here. They need occasional food and attention, but for the most part they play nicely together.

* Making videos on my Cyberlink Youcam, with special effects and posting them on myspace and this here blog.

But I am not working.