Literary Misfire

My class size has increase considerably from last year. In order to make room for all the bodies that contain the free spirited cherubs that will call this place home this year, I moved out two freestanding bookshelves that took up too much square footage. Then, I tried to see the glass half full and take the opportunity to organize my books in a way that I've never done before. I'm sorting by genre and author. I'm alphabetizing and arranging things in a way that, I hope, will make it easy to find what we're looking for. I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I know I'll be so glad when it's done.

My little project got off to a rocky start, though.

I've inherited a (new to me) table that was moved into my room over the summer. I put it on the tile, and put letters A-Z on sticky notes around the edge of the table. I started sorting according to author's last name. After a round of books, I'd go pick up another stack and put them in the correct pile. After one particular round, I walked away from the table. As I did I heard a creaking noise and turned to see one leg (under M) of the table give way, and all of my hard work slide off of the table and onto the floor. I stood frozen. I could only watch....

Oh. My. Literature.

What could I do? I posted a picture to facebook to garner some sympathy from my teacher friends and considered meeting Shane and the girls for breakfast, preferably at Taylor's, which makes a mean Bloody Mary. But, after a small tantrum (punching the air and jumping up and down), I reconsidered. Because Shane was home with the girls, and this task is so much easier done alone. So I stayed. And fixed it. And this morning, I returned to this:

Now, I still have to put them in bins and on shelves, but I have hope. One, that I'll finish this little project before work officially starts next week. And two, that I'll have a place for everyone to sit when school starts.

On another note, while I stacked picture books today, Peyton went into the hallway and counted coat hooks outside my door. I peeked my head around the corner to watch, but she told me to go away. So, I hid within earshot and listened to my baby count to sixteen. Sixteen! Can you believe that? Now, double that and add six and that's about how many students I'll have this year. Wish me luck!