As a child, hearing the crickets chirping away at night signaled the end of summer and the beginning of what we around my house call, "the 'S' word"-school. I remember feeling a sense of anticipation hearing those crickets-new school clothes, hanging out with my friends, Friday night football games, and just plain fun. Now, as a teacher, the sound of those crickets fills me with dread.
It's not that I dislike what I do. I truly feel that I am called to teach. Instead, it's the end of the time when I get to pretend I am a stay-at-home mom. This year is especially tough for me. At the beginning of each summer, I create a list of all the projects I want to accomplish. It is such a great feeling to cross off a project from the list and feel momentarily organized...or at least I imagine it must feel good because this year I have accomplished not one thing on my list. This coupled with the difficult times with Builder Boy makes me want to scream. I am blessed to have a job that gives me (well-deserved mind you!!!) a two month break every year. I should have a spotless house and a charming and advanced child-but I don't.
Instead I begin my year with unresolved child issues, a house as dirty and disorganized as the day school let out, and still barren. Sigh...will somebody shut those crickets up, please?!
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