Emy is staying over at my brother & sister-in-law's house tonight. From the time she was picked up this afternoon until the time Josh and I go get her tomorrow evening I will have spent (GASP!) 30 hours child-free. 30 hours! In. A. Row.
I'm a little excited.
Of course I miss her, but since there aren't people lining up at my door to take the Humongous Puppy off my hands for a day or two, and crate-training isn't an acceptable form of parenthood, I'm going to relish this break from the one creature I'm responsible for who can not be left unattended for any length of time.
Not that I have any majorly fun things planned either. In fact, I didn't even manage to snag a much needed date-night with my husband because he had to work late. It's all good though, I'm getting a chance for some much needed me time.
Having no maternal obligations, and choosing to ignore the laundry obligation, I decided to spend my hours this afternoon doing what I love to do. Playing with books. A dear friend and former colleague recently changed classrooms and surprisingly inherited about 10 boxes of books with her new classroom. Missing the anxiety-ridden thrill and routine of setting up a classroom in August, I readily accepted.
Being back in my old stomping grounds filled me with a variety of emotions. There is so much I miss about teaching. I am also acutely aware of my limitations although there is still a part of me that wishes to deny they exist at all. When I went to write about my feelings, I had a prevalent feeling of deja vu. I'd felt these feelings and perhaps even articulated them before. After a quick glance through the blog, I had indeed.
So here is a link to a post I wrote last August about summer ending and my absence from the classroom. It still rings incredibly true. I hope you enjoy.