Monday, May 12, 2014

Just waiting.

For the school year to end. For my first trip to Europe. For reviews to post. For the late spring wind to stop. For this lingering cold to leave my chest.

Waiting. That's what May feels like. Teaching is so cyclical. May is never my favorite. I'm not patient.

I'm gloriously busy; life is handing me more opportunities than I can schedule into my calendar. But I'm tired all the frigging time. I'm ready to stop thinking about when I need to go to bed so I can be awake enough for the next day. I'm ready for the school year to wind down. I'm ready to stop being everything to everyone for just five minutes. I need to wrap up The Mrs. P Show for a while. Maybe be only, like, two things at once.

It's time for summer. It wouldn't be possible to keep up the pace of teaching high school without the summer break. At least, not in any way I've figured out. For half a minute today I thought about teaching summer school, and then I remembered the year I did that and promptly crashed in the middle of October. I also remembered I'm not crazy. And I can't wait to have a summer with my mature, easy, self-reliant, Ramen-noodle-making, own-cereal-pouring children. This is the payoff for all those years when we had small trains and plastic ponies strewn across the carpet and everybody had Cheerios in their diapers and needed sippy cups refilled every five minutes. This is the calm before the (teenage) storm.

This week is actually a week of peace and (a little more) quiet. Henry's baseball season is over on Saturday (unless by some miracle he keeps winning... but realistically he's probably done), and E's softball season ended last week. Of course these things start up again in a matter of weeks, but I try not to think about that too hard. For now we're home and I can cook dinner and we don't have to go sit in the wind to watch anybody do the thing with the points. One week of being at home. My fave.

Henry is reading Harry Potter and the Something of Something out loud to himself in his bedroom. (A homework assignment?) Addie is perched in her loft bed thumbing away at her iPod. Cats are lazing. Dog is watching me type. All is calm. All is bright.

This week, I'm:

Reading Maud Casey's The Man Who Walked Away.

Teaching the last three chapters of The Great Gatsby to disinterested 17 year olds (They will like it, dammit.) and hopefully getting my AVID kids to study enough that they don't collectively fail the 9th grade.

Listening to podcasts. It's been a while since I didn't have an audio book I was dying to finish, so I've been catching up on Literary Disco, NPR stuff, and (my guilty-pleasure walk listen) Slumber Party with Alie and Georgia. Oh, and trying to begrudgingly finish Dubliners. I don't know if it's my fault for having a crappy audio version, but I am not into it. Like super not. I won't let myself not read it, though. It's one of those I-feel-like-I-have-to-s. So I make myself listen to it a little bit every day. It will probably only take me until I'm 40 to finish.

Eating... Well, hmm. This isn't a "currently" kind of situation, but E and I are fans of the crab restaurant that opened around the corner. And Saturday night we gorged ourselves on some sweet, sweet crustaceans.

Writing book reviews in my car during breaks at school.

Watching Season 2 of Game of Thrones. For E. (I don't hate it, though.)

Drinking good tequila or good espresso, depending on the hour.

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