Routine?

Life has settled into a scary routine. In South Africa I craved a routine of some sort. Rules, expectations and deadlines to govern my days so I wouldn't be a major slacker. Now I have lots of rules, expectations and deadlines that govern my work day and seem to spill over into my private time as well. I'm still adjusting to the fact that this job seems to be taking most of my down time. I don't like it! So on the random weekends when I don't have any major school work to do (ok, honestly, I ALWAYS have school work to do!) I am a lazy bum. More lazy than usual. I rarely clean, I have 3 bills in my purse I haven't mailed yet because I can't get to the post office before it closes and I have no stamps!! And finding time to read seems to be a naughty luxury since I SHOULD be cleaning or grading papers. (*Damn papers!!*)

I enjoy the kids in my class. And I like that I'm in charge and know what I'm doing (for the most part). I love being back in the classroom. But I'm resenting that the "classroom" is taking up time beyond school hours! I'm the kind of girl who needs a lot of down time, and I'm not getting it. Yet another proof that I should never have children. I would never get down time and I'd lose my mind!!!

So life has this routine and pattern that I craved for a whole year while I was in SA. And I'm kinda hating the conformity of it all. My life itself is no longer the adventure (Living in a foreign country makes it easy to feel adventurous sitting on your balcony reading a book!!) So not I'm feeling the need to find/create a little adventure. Nothing like sky diving.....just weekend trips or new experiences. But then these ideas are always tempered by the thought "I'd have to be back home in time to get the lesson plans done and finish grading papers!!" School has taken over my life. I want my life back!

So I haven't blogged in a while because all there is to blog about is school!!! And I resent that in some ways. So when I stop being a ninny and get over myself and embrace the routine and predictable-ness of school I will probably bore you with the stories of 4th graders. Until then, excuse my complaining that I don't have a life! ;-)