But it really does have to be better in one week right? Definitely in two…
I can’t believe last weekend was the long weekend, and I spent much of Wednesday in the ER and then threw my tamales y mole party on Thursday (it went fine – so much time, effort and money and it was over in 30 minutes but the kids seemed to enjoy it). Friday we found out at work – from an article about her new job – that our principal is leaving. It’s a bummer, and I felt bad for her that she didn’t get to tell us all in person. When I found out I didn’t have to teach the kids’ class at the dojo I was so happy, because I was well and truly done.
My son and I stayed at the dojo on Friday evening for their movie night. Saturday both kids had friends at our house for sleep overs (it was their first weekend of summer)! While I was at the dojo my husband helped them both clean up their bedrooms. I was very thankful, but my husband struggled for the rest of the day. That is how things are lately. He can rally, but it takes a lot out of him. I really hope he takes next steps towards getting help soon.
Today we saw the new Spider-Man movie, which was amazing. I highly recommend.
This week is a lot. My in-laws are stepping in to make camps across the city possible. They will be taking the kids to their camps and picking them up and bringing them home. They’ll be home alone for a little bit each day before I get there.
Monday someone will be observing me, to make sure I’m up to the job of being a master teacher next year. I’ve never mentored anyone before so I’m cautiously optimistic that it will work out, and that I won’t regret agreeing to it.
Wednesday is my daughter’s actual 13th birthday and both sets of grandparents are coming over to celebrate. I was more stressed about it before we cleaned the house up for the sleep overs. Now I just need to get the presents wrapped and do a bit more clean up.
And of course Sunday is my daughter party with friends. 16 kids at a park near by. We’ll have a make-your-own boba tea bar and some activities. I assume most of the time they’ll be running around screeching.
And after that I have one more week of school.
Tonight I had some work to do for tomorrow and it was like pulling teeth trying to get it done. So brutal! I just have no fucks left to give for these last two weeks.
My daughter has been melting down all weekend about the fact that she has to go to camps this summer. All but two of them are art camps, to get her ready to produce her portfolio in the fall. One of the other two is a camp with friends (that cost an insane amount and I would have avoided except I know important it is for her to be with her friends) and the other is a camp through Rec n Park that she really doesn’t want to attend. I’m so over her complaining, she is just cycling on an endless loop of disappointment and it’s driving me crazy. I guess this is 13.
For real, the lack of fucks is profound.
Yes. That IS 13. And, it is good for kids that age to “suffer” in this way. Carefully qualified as REAL suffering that many people face is different from going to nice art camps. But being able to express the angst and suffering to her family and peers…. and not be laughed out of the room…. is important.
YOU WILL MAKE IT THROUGH THE NEXT 2 WEEKS! Safe these lesson plans for next year. HURRAHS for you becoming a Master Teacher for next year. It is a different type of work than teaching your classes yourself but still work; I think you will be good at it and hope your get a real focused, interested, hard working student teacher.
Best wishes for you husband on getting more help and kudos to him for getting the kids to clean up while you were out.
Looking forward to your summer vacations!