Time is Running Out

8.9.13

This school year I'm teaching at a different school. It's closer to our house. I'm not terribly excited about moving schools. Although I'm grateful to get a job at a school that's only 30 minutes away instead of an hour. So yesterday I saw my new room for the first time. I wanted to cry, or scream, or have a panic attack, or a mental breakdown. I didn't do any of those...I was too busy being absolutely speechless. "Where do I begin?" Is all I could think or say. Now, I do not claim to be the most organized person is all parts of my life, but you bet your butt my classroom is kept as organized as possible. This new room....looked like a bomb went off. I left my previous room as clean and orderly as I would have liked to have found it. Why can't this dude (yes, a dude kinder teacher) have done the same. My mom and I spent 3 hours just trying to figure out what was trash and what wasn't. I found state reading test booklets, report cards, and tons of student work...everywhere. First of all, that stuff is supposed to be turned in to the school to be added to the students file. I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. I knew there was meaning when the new principal said "I was sent here to do a clean up."

All I have to do is turn the room into a functioning classroom. It is about 25 hours of labor away from that right now. It's not going to be the cutest, or the most creative, but my God...it will be ready.

We still do not live in our house... We "SHOULD" be able to move in today/tonight/tomorrow.

Owens nursery is not finished...or hardly even started. (Not even done being painted)

My classroom literally gave me nightmares last night.

School starts in 2 weeks.

My 2nd/last baby shower is tomorrow...(and I can't find my curling iron)

And my poor mother is having to stay in a hotel...because WE STILL DO NOT LIVE IN OUR HOUSE!

Owen... If you know what's good for you. You'll stay in my belly as long as possible.