It's Friday night after my first week of school as I am laying in bed to go to sleep at 6:30. Okay so I really didn't go to sleep at 6:30 but I would have if I could. Instead we watched a movie and I fell asleep before the opening credits were finished! True story 15 minutes and I was out!
What is the first day or first week of school like you ask? Well let me tell you!
This blog isn't all about kindergarten or about being a teacher but the first week of school as a mom, dad, working parent, or a student. Wow thats a lot of roles!?!?!
SO I have had eight weeks off! Eight wonderful weeks of sleeping in, no routine, and no schedule!
I have had eight amazing weeks of just doing what I want, spending time with my boys, pretty much being a child - no routines, no responsibilities. Living the life of a non productive human.
Eight weeks of living like a non productive human is great, but at some point you actually need to contribute to society so here I am the night of August 1st preparing my self to contribute, as a mom, and as a life changer - that's a teacher of course. As a grown up with real responsibilities!
SCAREY I know!?!?!
First off I have to admit I LOVE TO SLEEP! I could sleep anywhere at anytime. No problems!
But the night before the first day of school is like Christmas! I am so excited (and a little nervous) I can't sleep! I am scared, worried, both as a mom and a teacher! Wow those two roles right there are enough to keep you up all night!
I watch the clock...do you guys watch the clock?
1:00, 1:11 (make a wish...do you remember doing that as a child? Making a wish at 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, etc.)
(Incase you haven't noticed I tend to get off subject and go on mini tangents) Short attention span! That is why I love teaching kindergarten. Okay back to time watching.
By the way...I wished that I could sleep!
3:30, 4:44 (Wish to sleep), 5:00...WHAT!?!?!? It can't be 5:00 I have to be up in 45 minutes!
So I hear it... the dreaded alarm. You know the one...the one that sounded so peaceful when you set it but the one that scratches your eardrums when it goes off. The beautiful sound of crickets as you set the alarm the night before. Nature... that will be so peaceful to wake up to...the next morning it sounds like screeching, dying crickets! What was I thinking?
For as long as I can remember my youngest son has always had a morning scream. It is really more like a stretch and a groan. A really loud screaming groan. I wish that was acceptable as a parent. :)
So finally I am up...my oldest who is a pure example of responsibility and maturity is already up and in the shower. My youngest on the other hand looks like a beautiful sleeping angel, well at least until his morning stretch and scream. Here it goes...time to wake up...time to wake up...time to wake up...time to wake up...20 minutes later - stretch, scream...now wait for it...
"Mom why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
Are you kidding me!?!?!
Now time for the mad rush:
showers
breakfast
(I like to be healthy so my boys only get pop tarts on Friday-Hilarious I know)
At least it makes me feel better.
Monday through Thursday they get cold cereal or waffles drowned in syrup!
Feel free to nominate me for mom of the year
See how I save the unhealthy breakfast for Friday? (Dying laughing here)
Gather back packs, lunches, and out the door!
(I tell myself that we will have everything ready by the door the night before!)
Great thought... never happens.
The boys are off and this is the first year I have an hour to myself...that's right be jealous I have a full hour. I sit down with my coffee and my breakfast. It not Friday, so I can't have a pop tart then I realize that I am the mom and I can have whatever I want so guess what? The rebel in me had a pop tart on Tuesday!
I get to school an hour early to prepare for my little kindergarteners who were great! By the end of the day we were all exhausted!
I get home make a healthy dinner of McDonalds, go over homework with my boys, make plans for my class, and go to bed. That is when it hits me I have to do this again tomorrow! That is when it hits all of us...(moms, dads, students, and working parents) we have to do it again!
That is when I realize that I should have spent the last 8 weeks being more productive! If I would have, the first day along with the first week wouldn't have been as exhausting
So the next morning I wake up to the sound of dying crickets! I stretch and I SCREAM and that is when I realize the first week of school is like childbirth! The process is painful, SO painful but in the end the reward is unexplainable the joy is beyond measurable. That folks is why I do what I do...I love being a mom and I love being a life changer. By week two it gets little easier and by mid December the pain of child birth is completely forgotten!
I look forward to everyday, no more morning scream, and look forward to watching my children grow. Both my own and my students. I wouldn't change my job as a mom and a teacher for the world!
