I’ve never been a desk person. I suppose it’s not surprising, then, that I work in a school where teachers don’t really have them. I spend my time at work on my feet, on the floor, crouched next to a table and a working student. When meeting/planning, several of us crown around a table, perched on chairs sized for 4 year olds, or we sprawl across the meeting rug, papers strewn hither and yon.
By the time I finish a day at school, pick up kid(s), get home, get kids through the evening routine and into bed, I am flattened. As much of the remaining planning and work as possible gets done at this “desk.”
Yes, that’s the couch and my leg under a well-worn bedspread of Jen’s from her childhood. When I’m really working, there’s a binder and a variety of papers scattered about on the leg and perched on the back of the couch. I stay as reclined as possible and move as little as possible. Years of Lyme have made me an expert in laziness and energy conservation. Well, sometimes, anyway.