Going back to work this year, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. Not only do I have Jasper at home to take care of, but I was also assigned two sections of honors classes, plus two regular freshmen classes, plus an ELD class with several lunatic boys, plus being English Language Development Department Chair, plus advising the Future Educators Association. Yet, being me, the crazy woman who loves to stay busy, I thought I could handle it all. Boy, was I mistaken.
I feel like my head is going to explode. The essays to grade are piling up, the meetings are never-ending, sleep is oh-so-elusive, and I'm starting to have fantasies of throwing a suitcase in my car and running away to Antartica. If you know how I feel about being cold, that should tell you something.
I'm envious of people with normal jobs, jobs that they can leave at 5 on Friday and not come back to until 9 on Monday. Jobs that don't require loading up a cart with stacks and stacks of papers that need to be read and commented on in between feeding a baby and shoving loads of laundry into the washing machine. I love teaching, but the school's curriculum pacing guide is, as my students would say, "doing too much." I'm drained like the heartsick heroine in Twilight. Only a lot less emo.
Oh readers out there (if you're out there), I need your help. How do I balance all of this? Someone is bound to get neglected: Jasper or my students. Right now, my sanity is the one getting the shaft. What to do, what to do, what to do? The answer is decidedly blue...
