Holy Hell...I've just made it through, in my opinion, the longest week of my teaching career. I guess I just got used to my "new" schedule over winter break. My nights got longer (sometimes staying up until the wee hours), and not getting up until 8 or 830. I'm sure Katie hated the fact that I got to sleep in, seeing as she was the one who got up early (Tommy doesn't yet know the meaning of "sleeping in"). Her extra couple hours came in the form of a midday nap while the kids took theirs.
Now I'm paying the price. I've never been a morning person as it is. If the sun is down, so should my eyelids. Getting up and moving in the dark on a winter morning and actually being productive just goes against everything I stand for. And now I have to automatically not only be productive, but be productive ALL DAY LONG. No grace period, no warm-up time. Just right back to it. Spending more time with 110 students and other teachers than I do with my own family.
As much as I love my job, it takes its tolls. I hate those people who think that teachers have the easiest job in the world. Apparently they have never experienced the pleasure of spending half of their day entertaining/controlling/educating 11 year olds.
Wow...this blog just went from "I had a long week" to "People don't know what I go through on a daily basis." Now it seems like I'm bitching about my job. I better quit now. I swear it's just been a long week. 85 days until summer vacation! But who's counting?
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