Summertime

It's good to be home after a vacation. I always feel discombobulated without my husband for a long length of time...I suppose that's the way it's meant to be. You know, one flesh and all that jazz.

I love summer. Teachers NEED summer. I don't think I could be a teacher if I didn't get my summer....non-teachers just don't get it. And it isn't easy to explain, either. Who can explain the excitement that great teachers feel when August rolls around and we get to meet our students for the first time? And who can explain the relief of our first extended vacation in November? I dont' know....I love being a teacher, and I LOVE kids, but I suppose teachers---GOOD teachers, that is, tend to value others above themselves. It's jut necessary for the job. So when vacation rolls around, we're happy to oblige because of it's necessity in our lives because we can't do it on our own! Is anyone with me?
It's nice to sleep past 5:30am into the late hours of 8 or 9...sometimes even 10...it's nice to work on my house without the pressure of lesson plans, concerts, musicals, and deadlines. It's lovely to stay up late watching movies or fellowshipping with friends and family, knowing I can make up for lost sleep the next day. And it's just FREAKING AWESOME TO BE LAZY!!!!!!!

But, without a doubt, when August shows its face, I'll be sooo ready to go back. Because that's how good teachers feel. After a long break of me time, it's good to get back to the smiling faces of schoolchildren. But for now, I'm enjoying summer for a while.

Ahhhhhh.