‘Cause this is the last week of school, and I’d rather skip it. Horrible to admit, isn’t it? I am a teacher, after all. I’m supposed to want to wring every last drop of learnin’ out of every single minute. Hah. Maybe I would, if the kids hadn’t spent all of last week trying to invent new and unique ways to get out of their seats.
I’m tired.
Yeah, here I am, whining, when many of you are either looking forward to having a full summer at home with kidlets who leave toy and sand-laced detritus trails of their own all over your house OR actually have to get up most mornings of the summer to go to work.
After next week’s round of summer school, J will be my alarm clock most mornings, which is way better than the shrill screech I normally wake up to at 5 a.m.
(Maybe that’s why I’m tired…getting up at 5 a.m., working until 3:30, rushing around after J for a few hours at home and then settling back in for homework by 7 p.m, it’s a long day. Maybe not the longest in the world, but I’m a whiner at heart.)
I’m looking forward to my days at home: gardening (which, at this point, is mostly just tilling and pulling weeds), strawberry jam-making, photo card designing, camera-toting, blog reading and playing Sims 2. And taking care of the J man, of course.
My lord. If that’s all that happens this summer, you’re in for a load of boredom if you plan on reading this during the next few months.
Wait.
Strike that.
Beginning the first day after summer school, we’re starting a new chapter in our lives.
Potty training.
Yeah. Poop, pee and angst. I’m sure it’ll be not only disgusting, but strangely fascinating for you all, too. Stay tuned.
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