Happy summer break fellow educators!
We made it! May your summer break be full of:
- sleeping in!
- endless cups of home-percolated coffee or your favorite Starbies concoction!
- trips to the beach and/or camping!
- books!
- playing with your children! (if you have them!)
- soaking up the sunshine!
- soaking up the twilight while avoiding mosquitos!
- hazy craft IPAs, Trulys, and/or chilled glasses of Sauvignon blanc!
- NOT TEACHING DURING A PANDEMIC!
I’m a week into summer break, and guess what? I’VE BEEN USELESS. Like literally the wastiest of spaciest possible. And I’m to the zillionth power okay with it because 1. This past school year was a doozy and 2. I’m two days away from a quarterly iron infusion (no iron equals being exhausted).
But despite my uselessness, I do have goals. I think? These are goals, right?
- Continue my wastiest of spaciest mindset.
- Lounge by the community pool and control the urge to fuss at the unsupervised-middle-school-aged children (who, when they aren’t diving in the five feet, are trying their best to drown one another).
- Succumb to the urge to fuss at the unsupervised-middle-school-aged children (because it’s my job to fuss at other people’s children) at the community pool and in my scariest teacher voice tell them I’m writing them up! I mean, reporting them to the HOA!
- Read. Read. Read. I want to eat books for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
- Convince my husband that since I’ve only been eating books, he needs to take me for tacos and happy hour margaritas every Friday night. And Tuesday night. Because Tuesdays are for tacos. And books aren’t technically sustenance. So summer sustenance looks a lot like Taco Tuesday.
- Not think about school.
- Take Little Thing on adventures. We’ve got Illinois and Florida on our July docket.
- While being the wastiest of spaciest, also try to be active which gets hard because–fibromyalgia. (Here’s an example of why fibromyalgia sucks: I did a ten minute arm workout with weights two days ago. Bad idea. Very very bad idea. I’m unsure how the arm workout made my legs stop working correctly, but that’s the fibromyalgia magic for ya!).
- I’d put “write more” on here, but I’ve felt so uninspired lately. Maybe as the previous school year leaks out of my pores and my iron infusion kicks in, wording will get easier again.
- Force Little Thing to read everyday by blackmailing her with popsicles and pool time.
- Figure out how to convince the cat to stop bullying my two-houses-down-terrified-of-cats neighbor. Currently, the two-houses-down-terrified-of-cats neighbor is attempting to fend the cat off with garage and windowsill mothballs. And I’m pretty sure mothballs are terrible for cats. But the cat needs to know that it’s not polite to stand in a little old lady’s garage, hiss at her, and hold her captive in her home. How do I get my cat to stop performing acts of domestic feline terrorism? How???????
- Not freak out that I’m going back to two preps next year.
- Get the best tan I’ve had in a decade. But responsibly. With hourly sunscreen reapplication.
- Pass all my blood tests. Wow. That sounds bad. But like from a medical standpoint? Not a drug standpoint? That didn’t sound reassuring either. Like fibromyalgia? Ulcerative colitis? Anemia? That kind of thing. Like a normal level of ferritin! And a normal level of hemoglobin! And a normal ANA reading! Not a Mrs. Ram Jam is opioid–free kind of test! Oh, god. I’m not on drugs. I’ll stop typing now.
- Figure out how to get the cat to stop terrorizing me.
Sounds doable, right? Except for 6,11, 12, and 15. But a teacher/cat owner can dream.
What are your goals this summer, teacher friends?
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