The whole balance of our house will shift –J will care for her 2 days a week, I for 2-3 days and then once a month she will get a caretaker, my gentle friend Anna whom I trust emphatically. We do have an ideal situation, I know. We are very lucky.
There is always a malaise that comes from the end of the summer. The school year always feels to me like a train that will not stop. Perhaps it is the bells and the relentless march of time, days oft feel frantic with tackling “the list” and making sure I get play time with Addy.
With each school year though, I know that I become more efficient as a teacher, though sometimes I wonder if I am not disengaging a little bit more each year. Need a reality check…I have a sweet job in a school of really nice teachers and I get to be part time. What more could I want?
Don’t ask this question. I want to take a class in Russian, I want to go to Portugal, I want to take a class in grantwriting, I want my marraige to take a cool refreshing drink of lemonade and remember the days when we first wed, I want to shop and not think about money, I want I want I want… shoot me! An American disease.
I never want to be a portrait of the eternally vaguely dissatisfied woman.
Okay the title is the end of summer break, and instead this post has exposed my deepest anxieties! Crap!
Welcome back to class.