It's been 65 days since the first day of school. 65 days of all new ... everything. Some days I'm still not sure what I think. Some days I'm exactly sure what I think. Today is one of those days. It's fantastic. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. But it's been hard. It's been hard to walk my children to their classrooms and turn and drive off campus. Mondays are the worst. The first 8 or 9 Mondays I wanted to turn around and go back. It's been hard to talk with former colleagues about how things are going and know that I'm on the outside now. As much as I love them and as much as I love my former students, I lose something when I'm not there every day. And I should. I'm not saying I shouldn't. But it's hard. It's hard to see my (big) kids once or twice a month and to see that they're growing and doing things like applying to college, getting accepted, falling in love. Who are these people? How have I only been gone 5 mon...
Full-time wifehood, motherhood, teacherhood and everything in between.