Last Day in Feb., Need to Post!

I can't believe I only posted four times in the month of February.  Unbelievable.  That's what happens when I work full-time and come home exhausted every day.  At any rate, it's the last day in February and I felt the need to put pen to paper, er...or the digital equivalent thereof.  I only have a few moments because it's after 10 p.m. and I need my beauty rest (translation: am too old to do all-nighters anymore; can't function without 7 or 8 hours sleep.).

I have the sort of job which one takes home with one, even though I vowed never to teach again. Well, all right.  I didn't actually vow. More like I prayed.  Nevertheless (and always the more), here I am, teaching again, and this time toddlers--with a vengence!  It is sometimes much easier to teach grade school (even with the grading-papers-at-home-syndrome) than 18 month to 2 year olds, which is the age-group that I work with.  I come home exhausted (am I repeating myself?), needing absolute silence.  With no children at home, I do get a modicum of that, at least.

Suffice it to say, the last thing I want to do when I get home is school work--or blog.  Have absolutely no energy for either--I just want to vegetate.  Of course, tonight I ended up doing both - school work, and blogging.  I did not pass go.  I did not collect $200.  I did not vegetate. 

Well, there's always next week...happy March, everyone!




( p.s. Don't get me wrong.  If I didn't love this age group, I wouldn't be teaching them. These are great kids, each and every one of them a special little human being.  And I work at the absolute best preschool in the entire state.)


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Comments

Norma said…
Happy March to you too. I guess you don't have time to read my 4 blogs a day?
7:52 AM
Batya said…
Well, I left the classroom, and now I get minimum wage in a store, no prep and flexible shifts. And I can't do all-nighters any more either.
Take care
10:28 AM
Lady-Light said…
Norma: Four blogs a day?! I can't catch my breath just reading that! I'll try to get there. Promise.
Batya: I thought you were still teaching. I don't know what I'd do in Israel. Probably be an ozeret in a preschool, and shtof the floors. Or just be with my kids and help care for my grandkids, and be a human being, not a human doing.
6:37 AM
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