It’s that time of year again– the time of year when I basically disappear from the Internet for a few weeks and spend my evenings staring blindly at the television while insisting to my husband that I legit can’t move my legs so would he please bring me some ice cream (just the carton and a spoon, please– bowls are for chumps) so I can have one last bite of sweetness before I die of exhaustion.
That’s right, folks. It’s back-to-school and back to work for me. Last week, I returned to my full time job as a school librarian and teacher.
Friends, can I offer you some advice? If you must leave your children and return to the workplace, I suggest you work in an elementary school. I mean it. In what other job does your very presence elicit gasps and squeals of joy on that grueling first day at the office? Unless you’re a birthday clown by trade or a magician or one of those street performers that everyone thinks is a statue but, come to find out, you’re actually alive and you can do the robot, I guarantee that you will not find an environment more welcoming than your run-of-the-mill elementary school.
This past week I have given exactly 300 high-fives, been the recipient of an estimated 200 hugs, watched 350 kids crack up over a particularly funny picture book (thanks Mo Willems!), and been told an average of three times a day that my hair looks pretty. Also, they let me wear costumes sometimes.
Basically, I’m crushing it out there.
I feel like I write about this every year (like last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and SERIOUSLY how is this blog so old?) and it’s always different and it’s always a little bit the same.
I love my students.
I miss my kids.
I want to be in two places at once. I want to wear all the hats and do all the things and no matter where I am, little pieces of myself are elsewhere. It’s sweet and it’s bitter and here we are.
I’m tired but I’m making it work and I love that my job is a little drop in a big community of people who love what they do.
We’re still in adjustment mode around here and next week Simeon starts big boy preschool. Wish us luck. There will be tears.
There will be ice cream.
Moms who work outside the home, any tips on work/life balance? Haha. No seriously though. (Asking for a friend…)