Spring break was everything I needed it to be.
It was relaxing. It was restorative. It was fun. It was focused.
I went on adventures with visiting family.
I binge watched tv.
I got a massage.
I got my nails done.
I cooked amazing meals.
I visited my family in Connecticut.
I visited my boyfriend’s family.
I reconnected with a dear friend.
I had dinner with another dear friend.
I even sucked it up and got some work done.
Now I’m up. A little underslept. A lot over-allergied. Am I ready?
I have plans. I’m going in a bit early to set up. I know what I want to do.
But Am I ready?
Am I ready for 20 kids?
Am I ready for behavior plans?
Am I ready to start Spring assessments?
There is so much to do before this year is out.
I have tons of fantasies about all the cool things I will teach the kids and all the fun things we will do together and all the skills I will get them up to speed on. And I know they can’t all fit.
I have to get report cards done.
I have to keep the worms fed.
I have to make sure the chicks hatch.
I have to help with hiring committees.
I have four MAJOR projects to get through before I 100% get my certification.
I have three major evaluations to ace.
I have three weddings, three bachelorettes, and four rounds of eagerly-awaited visitors coming up.
I have my school’s fundraising gala to go to.
I have Girl Scouts to help out with.
I have to sleep and eat.
I am terrified about the next 8 weeks.
I know I can do it. I know summer will come one way or another and I will get everything done and I will be relieved yet sad when the year is over.
But facing it is absolutely daunting.
I guess, just like my father always says, I have no choice but to take it a day at a time. Maybe even a step at a time.
So step one: time to conquer breakfast.