For the past four weeks I have been teaching full-time, substituting for a teacher that unexpectedly had to go out just before the first day of school. I love teaching and I love the chance to be in a classroom for longer periods of time so I eagerly jumped on this opportunity even though I was fully aware of the chaos it would throw my family into. You see, when I go back to work the whole world Apparently stops turning. Obviously not in the literal sense but just that home life becomes very interesting. It is funny how when I go back to work all of a sudden there’s no one there to do the laundry, clean the house, or create fabulous home-cooked meals. There’s no one standing by to bake scrumptious snacks, run all those ridiculous never ending errands, or to drop off that forgotten book or forgotten piece of sports equipment. Essentially, the Skinner household comes to a complete, screeching halt. I can’t complain because I know this every time I take on a job like this and it’s funny what I seem to miss most about being unemployed. I miss cleaning my house…. The statement that if my mother could hear would make her laugh heartily. I’m not a filthy person but I do seem to thrive any certain amount of chaos and my house clearly depicts that on any given day. However, as chaotic as it may get, I do enjoy putting my house back together every morning and starting over fresh and new. I also miss finishing entire pots of coffee before 9 AM. When I’m teaching I get a cup or two before I have to race out the door to get over the hill. When I’m not working, I still race around the house but the race is to get the kids out of the house all while enjoying my pot of coffee. Yes pot, not cup. Most of all I think I miss my yoga pants. Every night before go to sleep when I’m working I have to think about what I’m going to wear the next day. I have to make a concerted effort to look decent. I have to make sure what I am wearing says “teacher “. No low cut shirts, no comfy tennis shoes, and worst of all, no yoga pants. Tonight I came home and put on my yoga pants with a new appreciation. The forgiving stretch, the wonderful comforting feel of them wrapped around my legs… I had almost forgotten what bliss they are to wear after weeks of proper skirts, dresses, and teacher shoes. I only have four more teaching days left of this job. You can be sure that for the next four days, The carrot at the end of my stick that will get me through is the thought that soon my days will again be filled with yoga pants.
20 Sep
Three Daughter's Ranch 