And that’s okay.
I teach. Yes, that means I get summers “off.” (Whether summers are really off is a topic for another day.) Instead of taking the summer off, I taught. This was a mistake. Yes, I made more money. That has been nice–I think. I’m not really sure where that more money is.
It means I’ve had no break. During the school year, I can’t just take off. Teaching is one of the few professions in which taking time off (whether for illness or other reasons) is more of a hassle than just showing up. I just finished a workshop yesterday, and my official day back (in service) is Monday. I still have lots of planning to do for my classes. LOTS of planning.
This morning I ditched it all. When my partner left to take the kids to school, I stayed in my pajamas. It’s 10:40 a.m., and I’m still in my pajamas right now. I’ve burned a candle down to the end, eaten biscotti, listened to podcasts, drank espresso, and cleaned. It feels good. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror earlier, and I laughed at my shiny face, crazy hair, and baggy t-shirt. I look horrible. However, I know that, as of Monday, my ability to sit in my pajamas will be exhausted, so I’m going to appreciate the ability to look like shit this morning.