for me, at least. Monday is the big day. The return to being a working mom. A return to the classroom and "office" politics. I'm ready and I'm not. I've been preparing Henry for the transition. Sometimes he barely seems to listen and at other times he tears up. Neither reaction does much for my spirits. I'll miss being home with both my boys. I'll miss the parks, the lunches and the Dino Dan marathons.
Here is the countdown calendar I made for Henry this week.
Speaking of teachers and teaching, I'm ready for a change. We'll see what this year brings. No doubt it will be a very busy one. I've taken on an additional grant project requiring 150 extra hours of work this school year.* It's work that I can't do while giving the boys a bath or making macaroni and cheese, so I need to find someone to watch them at least one evening per week. Three hours of babysitting will go a long way to making this project a success and thus add to my job options and security. Still I'm feeling very guilty about spending even more time away from my sons.
I'm grateful for the long, fun summer and for being right here watching my sons grow and change these past months. I'll miss our lazy mornings, playing trains and walks through the park. I'll miss our library visits, picking tomatoes in the garden and trips to Culvers. Henry and Liam, thank you for the many, many special times this summer!
*When it was first presented to me, I turned down the project citing my commitment to my young family. As its once-in-a-career nature was repeated to me, I reluctantly agreed to sign on.