Category: Working Mama

As I sit here, the delays and closings have already started to scroll on the screen….10 hours before school will actually begin. It’s an odd phenomina here in central Indiana, schools delay because of cold. My Canadian co-worker doesn’t get it at all.

It stems from the dark early mornings, coupled with the time it takes to get the buses fired up, along with concerns of extended exposure for children out at the bus stop. Or that’s the claim. But really, if the high is supposed to be in the single-digits, does it matter if it’s 7 am or 9am? If you are waiting in the dark for the bus, does it matter if it’s 25 degrees or 2?

It is one the only spontaneous perks of being a teacher…”surprise! here’s an extra hour of sleep!” or “surprise! here’s the day off!”

We are in for the artic freeze, but it’s nothing compared to the upper-Midwest….they are officially colder than Alaska.

What does your thermometer read? Does your local school district delay/close for cold?

All I really had to do was make it through the last five days of the semester. A STREP INFECTION had other ideas. Ever since the time I sort of “ignored” the signals of strep, and landed in bed for four days and had reschedule 24 parent/teacher conferences, I go to the doc, get the meds and stop.

I don’t like stopping. But I know what happens if I don’t. So I’m going back to bed for a long winter’s nap…..or at least until I need to get out and pick up the children.

Only five more days of school until the holiday break!!!

Here’s the thing: I like my job. The days (usually) fly by. It’s interesting. It’s rewarding.

But holy crap, I am exhausted.

This week, about five different people have asked me “How I do it?”. I have to laugh–the secret is? I don’t! Really, I don’t even come close.

Tuesday night BgK had to run into work for a bit, so he took Jr. with him. MAM and I? We sat on the couch. We ate frozen pizza for dinner (on said couch), and she watched a movie while I napped.

But every one is fed, everyone is clothed, and we aren’t living in filth. Clutter, yes, filth no. I take the time to play with the kiddos until bedtime, then do what I can when they go down (it typically consists of just getting everything ready for the next day).

Tomorrow will come, regardless of whether or not the toys are put away or the hallway is clear.

16 days of no lunchboxes, daycare bags, or 6am alarm clocks?? That’s the tomorrow I’m waiting for!