I wonder sometimes what it’s like to have time. I used to have time. I used to love time. Now I stare at my watch, the clock on my phone, on my computer, and the clock in my car; all to no avail. I have no time. I am always in a rush. I always have to be somewhere. I always should be somewhere. I never have time.
My three girls always ask, “Where are we going? What time do we have to be there? Why are we rushing?” And my answers; “Don’t worry about it. Now. Because we have to.”
Work is crazy. I’m a teacher and once I enter school… wait… once I wake up at 5:15; it is go time until I go to bed. I race to get beautiful, which takes me some time. I race to pick up my driving partner, Amy, always nuts. I race down the highway while we solve all the world’s problems. I race into my classroom to get ready for the day, to the copier, the art room, the computer room, the office, and the cafeteria for coffee. Once my babies come I race to answer questions, to stop arguments, to say directions – all twenty times to be ignored. I race to specials, to lunch, to duty, back to class, to the office, to walk the kids out, to bus duty, to meetings. I then catch my breath and attempt to straighten up my desk; which is the biggest joke of all. Then I give up and rush home.
Okay, remember that I am a mom of three girls. Ages – 7, 12, and 16 – oh yeah.
Amy and I have to pick up my oldest from school, her youngest from After Care, then I have to drop them off at home. My daughter and I race to my youngest’s school to pick her up then race home. I then inevitably have to take one of my daughters to a class, say ballet, a basketball game where I watch them cheer, then go home, make dinner, eat, clean up, do a load of laundry, help with homework (am I teaching a second job?), do my homework, get everyone ready for bed, listen to stories, confessions, and complaints, read with my youngest, take a bath – oh wait, I forgot to bathe my youngest. So I bathe her and then myself, climb into bed, open my book and WHOOPS! I’m married. I have to talk to my husband, don’t I?
I guess time is what you make of it. I do have time; it just passes by so quickly. I know these insane times will pass too. During the craziness I make myself find laughter amidst the chaos. I find those precious moments that will imbed themselves in my brain like photographs to be pulled out, studied and enjoyed. I find anger and anguish. I find accomplishment and pride. I find tears and loss. But most of all, I find my life. I wouldn’t spend my time any differently.


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Once again I am exhausted after a very long day.

My kids at school are wound up because of the inconsistency in the schedule due to the crazy winter weather. Our students crave consistency and reassurance. When students are forced to plan day by day, their world becomes uncertain. Their attention and engagement in school activities lag and behavior problems become inevitable. As teachers, we are forced to be “on” all day. Unfortunately, for me I only have one break on Wednesdays; lunch. I made it through the school day and now I am finally sitting on my couch relaxing after getting dinner (didn’t have the energy to cook), cleaning up, dusting, and doing homework with my kids.


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