This is a post about how overstimulating it is to spend 6-8 hours a day in a middle school, and how hard it is to come down from that wired feeling that builds up when you spend all day sorting out arguments (Did you stab him with your pen? That is a yes or no question…), modeling non-fiction reading strategies, corresponding with camps about overnight team-building programs, attending meetings with parents, and trying to keep the piles of paper from overwhelming your desk. And it’s a post about how powerfully one’s body can just want to be held at those times, how it would just take a hug or a few minutes curled up next to someone to help all those muscle cells and neurons and everything else stop quivering and firing and just let go. And it’s a post about how we tend to underestimate the power of touch, and about how much I crave it at the end of a long day. And it’s probably a post that you wish you hadn’t read because this feels like Too Much Information, but then again, isn’t it symptomatic of what I’m describing to feel really awkward admitting that you just want someone to hold you at the end of a long, grueling work day (which is every day, lately)?