|Ok, I'm not crying this much about it but still...|
Last year, I was part of a Facebook rant where some teachers caught hell from a non-teacher friend who reminded us that we have "all summer off" and we get to "mold young minds" so we should just "stop being ungrateful" and "suck it up." Yeah, that was a lovely post, but it rang somewhat true.
It's not like I don't like to work or like my job. I enjoy teaching. But the start of the school year signals the end of those lazy days of freedom. Mine and my kids' freedom. I don't think my 11 year old has gotten to bed before midnight or up before 11 am all summer long. His bed lies untouched (well, in late July I got sick of the massive junk on it and cleaned it--and his entire room--while he was at scout camp), as he does not feel the need to leave the couch to go to sleep. My 18 year old has only been slightly better, with his bed alternating between a laundry hamper and sleeping place (and sometimes both at once). For a kid we suspect of having OCD, his room sure is a mess. My 16 year old daughter has been slightly more consistent with sleeping in her room...well, once she actually cleaned it up so you could see floor (seriously, we thought it was the 7th sign of the Apocalypse when she cleaned that Hell Hole).
|I truly thought we'd see the Angel of Death, that room was so clean!|
And sports will start up. For my 11 year old, last night was the first night of a Tuesday/Thursday soccer practice that will go until basketball starts up in November (which will go until the February start up of LAX). At least my daughter doesn't do a fall sport but she wants to take driver's ed. Ugh! My oldest starts community college and will be vastly more independent but that also means he will not be available to be my
And I haven't even MENTIONED my job. Lots of paperwork--lots of changes (again!). Actual thinking beyond what page of World War Z I left off on because the UNO card I am using for a bookmark has fallen out of the book again. I know that I will change from a sunny, carefree Dr. Jeckyll of Summertime to that bitchy, snappish Mrs. Hyde of Schooltime.
|Yeah, I'll be looking like the guy on the left too by December|
So don't begrudge me my whiny time. I KNOW that I am lucky to have a job that gives me off 2 months a year. I KNOW that I get to be all rested up while others (most noisily, my spouse, who thinks it is his job to turn on every light in our bedroom to get ready for work) have to get up at 5 am even through the summer and drive to their jobs and think and earn money. I am not being ungrateful for the time I've had. I am simply having adjustment issues. After the next two weeks (when my kiddos head back to school too), I will be in full-on work mode, and life will be "normal" again. But I'm not going quietly.