I Don't Find This Stuff Amusing Anymore
So I had a job for a week. I can't believe I had it that long, considering I never felt right about it. I went to teach my first day on Monday and it was the worst first day in the history of teaching. One hour into it and I knew I couldn't return another day. I hated the kids and the job and nothing was right. I've never felt this way before.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the county, Jacob got the girls ready for school (this included packing Hannah a lunch in an empty Oreo box and taping shut with medical tape. Voila, lunch pail) and took them to find their teachers, find their way around, etc. Keep in my mind that this place has NO back to school night or orientation for newbies or anything. You just show up and hope for the best. He texted me, in the middle of my bad day, saying that there is no option for after school care because it was full. To make a long story short, all the planning I had done to get childcare before and after school had fallen through. Unless I want to pay the Jewish Community Center $600 a month to take them across the street and entertain them for a few hours a day.
I honestly don't know how to write about Monday anymore because it involved so many tears and worries and confusion. I had strep at the time and felt like death. I left work early and Jacob and I went to pick up the kids. They didn't know where to meet us, we didn't know where to pick them up and the result was both kids in tears, several teachers barking at us to get out of the school, and a lot of sweat because this place is HOT. Not my favorite moment. We finally made it home and into some comfy clothes, and the girls pulled MORE school supply lists out of their bags. Because the $100 I already spent wasn't enough. They have separate lists for music, art, spanish, etc.
I'm losing my mind.
I stayed home all of Tuesday to collect myself, get better from being sick. and try to figure out life. I quit my job that night and a huge feeling of relief came to both of us. I need to be here, at least for now, to get the girls settled into school and be their support system. I'm the only one they have here.
I've felt better and better about this decision the past few days of being home and just being mom. I'm not burnt out and exhausted by the time they get home from school, which is a good thing since they have about 2 hours of homework every night (not an exaggeration). I've spent my days alone, trying to reinvent myself and figure out what I'm supposed to be doing right now. I have to be bringing in some income somehow but I also have to be at home, holding up the fort here. Piano teaching has been its own can of worms. Not many people down here own a piano and the place is really, really overrun with teachers. Another mom in the ward has staked her claim as the ward piano teacher. Also, most people want you to come to their house to teach. Ugh. Last night Jacob said, "So how was your day? How are things going around here?" The only response I had was, "Identity crisis."
Anyway, let's have some pictures. Everything's better with pictures.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the county, Jacob got the girls ready for school (this included packing Hannah a lunch in an empty Oreo box and taping shut with medical tape. Voila, lunch pail) and took them to find their teachers, find their way around, etc. Keep in my mind that this place has NO back to school night or orientation for newbies or anything. You just show up and hope for the best. He texted me, in the middle of my bad day, saying that there is no option for after school care because it was full. To make a long story short, all the planning I had done to get childcare before and after school had fallen through. Unless I want to pay the Jewish Community Center $600 a month to take them across the street and entertain them for a few hours a day.
I honestly don't know how to write about Monday anymore because it involved so many tears and worries and confusion. I had strep at the time and felt like death. I left work early and Jacob and I went to pick up the kids. They didn't know where to meet us, we didn't know where to pick them up and the result was both kids in tears, several teachers barking at us to get out of the school, and a lot of sweat because this place is HOT. Not my favorite moment. We finally made it home and into some comfy clothes, and the girls pulled MORE school supply lists out of their bags. Because the $100 I already spent wasn't enough. They have separate lists for music, art, spanish, etc.
I'm losing my mind.
I stayed home all of Tuesday to collect myself, get better from being sick. and try to figure out life. I quit my job that night and a huge feeling of relief came to both of us. I need to be here, at least for now, to get the girls settled into school and be their support system. I'm the only one they have here.
I've felt better and better about this decision the past few days of being home and just being mom. I'm not burnt out and exhausted by the time they get home from school, which is a good thing since they have about 2 hours of homework every night (not an exaggeration). I've spent my days alone, trying to reinvent myself and figure out what I'm supposed to be doing right now. I have to be bringing in some income somehow but I also have to be at home, holding up the fort here. Piano teaching has been its own can of worms. Not many people down here own a piano and the place is really, really overrun with teachers. Another mom in the ward has staked her claim as the ward piano teacher. Also, most people want you to come to their house to teach. Ugh. Last night Jacob said, "So how was your day? How are things going around here?" The only response I had was, "Identity crisis."
Anyway, let's have some pictures. Everything's better with pictures.
Hannah and I stage a two-woman protest against the starting of school:
Just because it's a cool picture:
"What is essential is?" Is this trying to be deep or something? I don't get it. No, I didn't take this while operating a moving vehicle.
Real dorky pic, but it explains something. The RAIN. GAH. We had to leave work last Friday wearing plastic bags because the rain was so heavy. I was three parking spaces away from the building and STILL had drenched shoes and feet and everything. Plus the lightning sirens kept going off. "I love Miami!" said no one ever.
Star fruit is one of my favorite things down here. It's so good! They're in season right now and people have star fruit trees in their yards. Seriously yummy stuff.
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