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Hi ho, Hi ho. It’s back to work I go.


The Sunday night at the end of a week long break is always difficult. I don’t want to go to bed because I know if I go to bed I will have to wake up and when I wake up I will have to get up out of the bed and go to work. And something about that just kind of sucks for me.

So here I am, at 9:45 on a Sunday night, writing a blog post instead of preparing to get a good night’s sleep so I can go and teach the masses.

::huge, mega, monster sigh::

Here’s the thing. This teacher-mom gig? Is hard.

Joshua and Dan and I have a groove through the week. Sometimes it’s bumpy and we’re all a house of crankypants-es in desperate need of a time-out or twelve.

But most of the time, it flows. Things get done-ish and everyone survives.

And survival’s all I’m asking for most of the time.

But then I get these breaks in my teaching year and I SO look forward to them. I mean, I’m all “YAY A BREAK!” six weeks before the break even arrives.

And then I spend the first part of the break going “HOLY MOTHER OF CHEEZ-ITS THIS IS INSANITY!” because my child is high-energy and needs to be entertained all.the.time. and might hate me. And I can barely function without a pot of coffee. And I wake up slowly.

Before I can get the first cup poured, Joshua’s asking me to read But Not the Hippopotamus for the 18th time. And it’s not even 8:30 in the morning.

But by the end of the week?

That’s my new groove. That’s us. That’s our flow. Me and Joshua sleeping in and then going to the kitchen to make my “cawkee” and starting our day on the couch reading books while I have my first (and second) cup.

We go out and do things like play dates and Target runs. We snuggle. We nap. We love.

And I love it.

I love it so much I don’t want to leave it. I don’t want to give it up. I don’t want to lose the time, even if I’ve spent the first part of the week wishing I were back at work and that I am just not cut out for this Mama business.

But when Joshua climbs in my lap and puts his head on my shoulder? My heart swells with so much love that I never want to leave that moment.


35 more days of school until summer. But who’s counting.

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Monday 11th of April 2011

work is poo I heart holidays. Hope today went well

Jess@Straight Talk

Monday 11th of April 2011

It's always hard when the groove is just getting going. But I am glad the week finished off good for yall. That's why I do not love Sundays.


Monday 11th of April 2011

I used to love Sundays because of family time and big dinners together. Now it has become the busiest night of the week. I think it's because I put off all of my class prep and other duties until Sunday. Then it's like "oh no, I have to work tomorrow." It's rough. I miss my Sundays. I want them back.


Monday 11th of April 2011

Sunday nights are mentally busy for me. I spend them preparing for the upcoming week and then I'm all anxious and unable to sleep.


Monday 11th of April 2011

The time will fly by sooooo fast it'll make your head swim, and when it finally arrives you'll be saying......what will we do today? I would suggest that you plan the first week as adjustment and then start planning things for you and Joshua to do. You going anywhere this year?


Monday 11th of April 2011

oh, I know it will. And I'm excited about it. I can't wait to make plans for summer. I don't think we're planning to go anywhere, but you never know, you know?

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