GotchaBaby

I’ve been home for two days now, but my head is still spinning from this past weekend. There is SO MUCH that I want to do, I’m not sure where to start.

To complicate matters, I’m no longer living in a quiet, serene, adult like hotel room. I’m facing a mountain of laundry, an empty fridge and annoying little fruit flies who invaded while we were gone.

I’m accepting the reality of our decline in income, and need to map out a plan to make ends meet/adjust auto debits to come out of the proper account/navigate the fun world of filing for unemployment.

I’m getting MaM ready for school, the kink there being that for the past few days, she’s decided to wear shorts. For those of you who know her in real life, this will present quite the predictament. For the past year, she’s only worn dresses, the bigger the better. Now she wants to wear shorts. She only owns about three pairs because she just doesn’t wear them. Til now, apparently.

I boxed up my personal items from my classroom today. That was awkward at best. But it’s over and done, my keys are turned in and now I can start to discern what it is I’d like to do next.

Mostly I’d like to play on the internets. After the laundry, the dishes, and the child-wrangling.

To sum up: Please stay tuned for the chapter here. As soon as I know what it is, I’ll be sure to share.

Thursday afternoon I was laid off from my little school.

Enrollment is abysmal, and there aren’t enough students to warrant three classrooms.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a complete shock. I’ve worked there for 10 years. I’ve moved the little school to four different locations. I’ve taught in a total of seven classrooms. I’ve spent spring breaks and Christmas breaks moving the school. I brought my baby to school when a new hire didn’t work out and they needed a teacher. I led a week-long “field trip” at the local living history museum by day while moving into the “almost” finished new building by night. I’ve spent hours on the phone with parents, talking them off the ledge. I’ve left my own kids in daycare too long to finish “just one more thing” in my classroom, or to enter just one more item into the school fundraiser. I’ve spent summer days shopping with my own money in anticipation of the new school year.

I’ve gone in early and stayed late.

When I think about all of that, I get a little sad.

But when I think about the future? I get excited.

I am EXCITED for BlogHer. I now have a purpose and mission, more so than to just have fun.

I am EXCITED that I will have one more week now with MaM before she starts (gasp) KINDERGARTEN.

I am EXCITED that I will drop MaM off and have a whole day with just Jr. Some time away from his older sister will be good. Some time, just with my boy, will be Fabulous.

I am EXCITED that the world is full of possibilities. I’m not sure where it’s going to lead me, but I have a feeling that it’s going to be good.