Life of a Teacher

On the end of summer and not hyping up firsts

I do this thing with birthdays where in my mind, it has to be the birthday person’s most special day everrrrrr.  In concept, that sounds great.  But making that happen? Totally impossible.  You can’t make every.single.birthday the most wonderful day ever. The pressure is crazy.

Unfortunately, I do the same for firsts. I get all excited and happy and expectant and I end up psyching myself out to the point where I just don’t want to do whatever it was I was looking forward to.

So this year, instead of focusing on Monday being THE FIRST DAY BACK TO SCHOOL! I’m tricking myself into thinking that it’s just the second week back and it’s just another day. Yes, there will now be students and yes, I will now be teaching, but it’s just another day.

Except Monday is also Ellexa’s first day of “big girl school” (she attended pre-school at the same learning center she went to daycare).  It’s her FIRST! DAY! OF SCHOOL! So I’m psyching myself out about that.  Especially because our mornings are already so hectic and adding another school to the mix will definitely be testing our time constraints.  I can’t not go to my child’s first day of school and walk her into her classroom and stay for a bit.  I just can’t! So I’m praying it all works out and goes smoothly and she doesn’t cry and Elliah doesn’t have a meltdown at pre-school and I’m not epically late to work.

And oh my gosh, did I mention Caleb started 7th grade this year? He shot up and slimmed down and is all grown up.

And Monika.  She’s a junior.  A JUNIOR.  What the hell, man???

I’m gonna go make me a tea and cry in a corner.  Forget firsts! Bah.


On summer snacking

I’m currently sitting on my couch eating chips and pecans out of a bowl that I’ve hidden under my throw blanket so the girls don’t see it because they will inevitably wipe me out of said snacks within the minute.  Horrible, selfish, justified.

You know how they say that teenage athletes will eat though your pantry and fridge in minutes? Well, my toddlers will too.  Growth spurts, gotta love them.  Except my kids are currently obsessed with waffles and marshmallow cereal.  I can make the most delicious spaghetti (their favorite food) and lately they’ll pass it up for some good old fashioned cereal.  I’ve been giving in because usually, they eat pretty healthy.  Also, because it’s summer and rules don’t count in summer.  Especially when we all go back to reality in less than a month. *insert crying emoji here*

I wish I had Oreo cookies at home.

I’ve had some pretty awesome thoughts about some things I want to implement next year year, but have refused to think too much about them so they’ve just been jotted down.  I refuse to acknowledge that this is almost over.  I know I need to start waking up earlier so it won’t be a total shock on my body, but I’ll get to that eventually.  I also need to find some cute, comfortable, affordable heels to teach in, so that’s on the list.

Ah, lists.  I have so enjoyed living without them (not really, but I have enjoyed not needing to follow them to a T).

Anyway, back to eating my feelings snacking and avoiding what’s right around the corner. Enjoy your summer, people!



Frustrations and Freedoms

It is too late in the school year to be this annoyed.  This morning has been a series of complaints and redirection.  I get it.  We’re all tired.  Test prep kills us all.  The weeks after the EOC should be easy-coasting and fun, which is why I gave a project rather than jumping right back into traditional stuff.  And yet.  Phones are out.  Folders are neglected.  Volume is out of hand.  Structure and routines are forgotten.  This will just not do.

There are so many things up in the air right now as far as next year’s calendar goes.  When will the kids start school?  Will we be starting in July if they start in August?  What does that mean for off days throughout the first semester?  When will the school year end?  So many questions, so little/such vague answers.  And there’s really no point in even worrying about it because there’s not much we can do about it anyway. But worry I will because the uncertainty kills me.  I need set dates!!!

8 weeks.  

1 week to close out the Movie Theme Project.
2 weeks to close out the Original Sequel / Persuasive Trailer Project.
2 weeks for Animal Farm (not enough, but we’ll try).
1 week for Finals Review.
1 week for Finals.
1 week for End-of -the-School-Year activities.

 And then…sweet. sweet freedooooooooooooom!!!

Friday thoughts on a Wednesday

Why is that the people with the most annoying voices talk the loudest?

Why is it that the people with the most hateful thoughts have the most to say?

Why is it not Friday yet?!

We have a short week due to Charro Days so tomorrow we get to leave at 1 and then we’re off on Friday so I’m dreaming of not having to be up early, but I’ll have to keep dreaming because I need to take a trip to McAllen Friday morning which means I’ll have to wake up early anyway, but at least it won’t be to work, so there’s that.  So YAY! Friday!

Saturday is the Charro Days 5K which I have been looking forward to and training for for weeks now.  Super pumped about that!

I need to find a new goal/race/motivator to look forward to once this is over so I can keep up with my fitness achievements.

I emailed Caleb’s teachers this morning to see how he has been doing in class (we’ve hit a few road bumps lately) and got nothing but awesome comments back.  Super happy about that!

This week has been a good one.  I think part of it has to do with getting so much negativity out of my system and venting about stuff that had been bugging me for awhile.  I know I say that posting here and running are my therapy, but sometimes you just need to verbally let it all out and that release is so.damn.freeing.

So there.   Happy Wednesday, people!  I hope the rest of today flies by *fingers  crossed*



Dreams. Fridays. Outfits.

When a dream shatters, it’s heartbreaking.  No matter how hard you try to put the pieces back together, there will always be a piece of the original missing.  The vision you had will never be the same.  It’s been broken, shards missing, integral parts gone.  The rebuilding process is tough.  It makes you angry and resentful.  It hurts.  It’s painful.  But it’s worth it.  Because a dream *can* be rebuilt and although it may not be the same as it once was, the heart of it remains the same and that’s what matters.  As long as the heart is in the dream, that’s all that really matters.

In semi-related news, my last two Fridays have followed the same pattern and have royally sucked.  They start out amazing.  Good mood, good hair, good makeup, and then something goes craptastically wrong and it all just goes south.  Maybe I should just not work on Fridays…lucky for me, I’m off the next one thanks to Charro Days.  Hopefully that’ll break the spell.

I realized I’m behind on my OOTWs and I have somehow also managed to have missed a day in the last two weeks, but that’s okay because I pretty much love every single outfit in these pictures and I think it shows.

Have a fabulous Friday, y’all!


Today was bad.  I’m talking seeing red, don’t say your thoughts out loud or you’ll get fired, everyone get the hell away from me kind of bad.  I’m not even sure what brought it on or what changed because this morning had been going great and then it all went to shit in a matter of minutes.  I’ve felt out of it all day.  My vision clouded, I felt like I wasn’t actually in my body all day.  It’s weird as hell.

Come to think of it, it started yesterday and yesterday was a shitshow for the simple fact that I had no set schedule and that drives me absolutely bonkers.  I hate not having set times for things and knowing what comes next.  It throws me for a loop.

Unfortunately, with benchmark grading and holidays coming up, and then spring break, the next few weeks will be that way and then after testing everything is relaxed and kids don’t want to work and it’ll be like pulling teeth to get them to actually do something.

Blah.  I’m off to run this mood off.  6 miles should be plenty of time to get me back to normal, no?

Run. Rinse. Repeat.

I’m running 3 miles tomorrow morning before the sun even rises.  And then I’m wearing my cherry red Michael Kors pumps because I’m fucking fabulous.

And now it’s on the internet so it must be true.  I might die, yes, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take at this point.

I started a 10K training program on Nike Run today.  Will I be running a 10k anytime soon? Perhaps.  But I’ll definitely be running a 5k in a few months so I’m sure this will prep me for that as well.  I will say that I found it a bit ridiculous that it’s taking me from walking 1 mile today to running 3 tomorrow, but I guess it makes sense to someone who knows what they’re doing.

I’ve seriously been considering purchasing a domain because I’m so frustrated with wordpress, but it seems like a silly investment since I don’t post consistently whatsoever, although that may be because wordpress sucks and now we’ve come full circle.

I’m throwing in my Outfits of the Week post from last week because I got so frustrated Friday with not being able to post the picture that I just gave up, so here it is.  Wednesday was a disaster, but I was SO damn comfortable.  I felt like I was walking around wrapped in a blanket.  And Friday was my favorite although it didn’t photograph well.  Oh well.

Ok, off to bed to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to get my fitness in.  We’ll see if it really happens.