It's finally spring break...and it's already half over. I can't believe how the days slip by when I'm at home. I could very easily just not go back. I sometimes wonder if there's something wrong with me because I don't feel the compelling pull to be a teacher. I can't imagine myself doing anything else, but I could just as easily walk away and not look back. I might miss some of it but definitely not the regimented schedule and the kids whose parents have spent a life time either a) ignoring them, or b) telling them how special they are so they don't feel they need to follow any of life's rules, let alone the school's rules.
But I don't really feel bitter, even if I sound that way. As far as lives go, mine is pretty good. We've been cleaning the girls' rooms all week...in itself a major feat. Those two are packrats extraordinaire. I thought I was bad growing up, but they have me beat by a mile. Hannah hit the ceiling when she wanted to spend the night at a friend's house and I wouldn't let her until she cleaned her room. Though she did it and I think she's actually a bit proud of herself right now. I am. She's a good kid, even if she is a smart mouth. I wouldn't know WHERE she gets that from! LOL
One of these days I'm going to go back to writing. I don't know why I stopped exactly, but I have my suspicions. :) I keep thinking through ideas but nothing gets committed to paper. So I force myself to blog occasionally to see if I've got anything dying to come out. So far...nope.
