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Time for Fall Break

macro-watch-time-leaves-autumn-hd-wallpaper.jpgThis is it. The last day before break. An exciting day to be a kid, and an even more exciting day to be a teacher.

We’ve completed the first quarter of the school year. We have our routines in place. We’ve identified our areas of strength and our areas of greatest concern. We’re wrapping up parent teacher conferences today. We’ve accomplished quite a bit. Now it’s time for a break.

It’s time to step back, reconnect with family and friends, and reenergize. It’s time to reevaluate where we’re going and make adjustments as necessary. It’s time to rest. Really, really rest.

It’s time to sleep in (as if), stay up late, and read lots. It’s time to visit mom, take the dog for longer walks, and catch up on those household chores that have been put off. It’s time to get that long overdue haircut and pedi, drop off donations, and feel accomplished if the only thing that happens that day is cooking a good meal by dinnertime. It’s time. Precious, precious time.


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Vacation, Here I Come!

It’s beach life for me for the next week. Sand, surf, and seafood.

I’ll read, rest, and relax. Take a few pictures and do the touristy thing. Recharge.

Maybe you’ll hear from me. Maybe you won’t.

I hope you all have the opportunity to get away for a bit of a holiday this summer (or winter, depending on where you live).

Cheers!

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Sucking the Energy Right Out of Me

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No, I don’t read Asian newspapers or drink tea in a tumbler, but this is too cute.

What is it?

The Heat?

The kids?

Getting up to an alarm clock even though my body desperately wants to sleep in?

Knowing that soon I’ll be on vacation for real?

I’m not sure exactly what it is, most likely a combination of all of the above, but for some reason when I get home in the afternoon, after teaching my young writers (for just three hours) I’m totally drained. I try to do something productive, like write, or do laundry, or even just read a book, but before long I’m nodding off. UGH.

I get to bed at a reasonable hour, so why I am so tired mid-day? And why is it only when I’m home alone and have the opportunity to actually accomplish so much?

Am I running from my responsibilities? Am I hiding from something I don’t want to face? Am I afraid to be alone, so I escape into sleep? I’m pretty sure the answers to those questions are no, no, and no. I’m just freaking tired.

My first guess is that it really is the heat. Carrying around all this extra weight in extreme temperatures is hard on a body. I do my best to stay hydrated and keep cool, but I think my body is fighting back, and what better way to conserve energy than to sleep?

On Friday my summer work comes to a close, and I have a few weeks of pure relaxation. I’m heading east, away from the hellfire of my chosen Southwest home, and I couldn’t be happier. In the meantime, I’m going to keep waiting until after dark to jump in the pool, and keep myself as cool as possible. After all, I chose this, and no matter what, it still beats snow any day of the year.