But seriously, it's been a while. I think I can count on one hand the number of times I've worn makeup this summer, and don't even get me started on how often I actually brushed my hair. That statistic might get me kicked out of certain circles. Curly hair? Don't care. I even got too lazy to braid my hair by the end of summer. I just piled that curly mop on top of my head and took off. Luckily the "topknot" is a thing right now, because otherwise I'd just be one more crazy cat lady at the Walmarts. Yikes. But today was back to the bondo-and-spackle beauty routine, and back to wearing real clothes instead of that one pair of denim shorts I've been trying to play out all summer like an old record. Yeah, the ones with holes where the back pockets are coming off. I keep it classy. Today was about curled hair, cute clothes, the whole drill.
It was the first day of school, but not the first day with kids. Breakfast, meetings, classroom prep time. Icebreaker activities. More classroom prep time. Catching up.
We didn't have pre-service days last year so today was kind of odd; I didn't know what to do with myself when we weren't supposed to be meeting. I've been working overtime to get things ready for the last month, assuming the beginning of the school year was going to feel just as rushed and awful as it was last year. I found myself alone in my room after lunch today with not much to do... that was after doing the classroomy things I never get to, like organizing my to-do list clipboard (seriously) and neatly stacking all my copies for the week. I've thrown away so much junk in the last three years, there's not even any junk to go through. I spent an entire needless hour trying to decide on the best arrangement of my printer, monitor, speakers and lamp on my desk. It was that kind of day.
Needless to say, I'm ready. I'm honestly ten times more ready than I am on any given school day. My room is clean and I have copies I won't need until after the next weekend. Never happens.
I was happy to shed the cute clothes the minute I got home and slip back into my tank top and shorts--the uniform of summer. It's too hot out and I'm not used to skirts. It's going to take a while before I'm comfortable in my costume for the Mrs. P Show again.