Last year at this time, I was miserable. I was going back to work for the first time since Aubrey was born, I was leaving my baby at daycare each day, I was being forced to leave my amazing teaching team to work with another, I was sleep deprived, and I was hiding in a workroom, pumping breast milk during every spare moment I had during the school day. I had no desire to be at work, no motivation to do a good job, and no energy to care. The mere thought of starting last school year was enough to make me cry. And it did. More than a few times.
Fast forward twelve months to September, 2009. For the first time in a long while, I am actually (dare I say it?) kind of excited to go back to work. (
Gasp!) Last school year was definitely a challenge, in oh-so-many ways. It did not get easier as the year went on, and I was the one doing the most exuberant "happy dance" as summer approached.
My summer turned out to be fun (see previous post). Not overly indulgent, but definitely satisfying. And most importantly, I feel ready to go back to work. The girls are at a point in their little lives where being at school with their friends each day is more enticing than another day at home with Mom. I am
thrilled to be returning to my fifth grade teaching team, and to reunite the Fab Four again. I am lucky enough to be looping up with my class, which lifts a great deal of the beginning of the year stress off of my shoulders, and after my first week back, I am finding myself generally, genuinely, pleasantly happy to go to work each day.
Don't get me wrong. I adore my girls, and I am eternally grateful for the eight week hiatus I get to enjoy with them each summer. I truly don't understand how most working moms do it...five days a week, all year long, with no end in sight. It's just that it feels good to get out of the house, use my teaching skills, stretch my creative muscles, and have some adult conversation. It's great to see my friends from work, collaborate on new ways to approach curriculum, and laugh at something that doesn't resemble potty talk (although that has been known to happen in the staff room too, but I digress...).
In another month or two, perhaps I'll feel different. Perhaps I'll have some wild stories to tell, and it's likely I'll be missing my two little munchkins like crazy. Perhaps I'll again be feeling that overwhelming urge to run home, with the girls in tow, and never look back. Perhaps I'll think myself crazy for actually wanting to be back in the trenches this fall. But for now, at such an important moment of the school year, with the first day staring me straight in the eye, I am happy to return. Ahhhh! What a feeling...!