A gazillion, child-free years ago I had a teacher friend who would take a sick day, not for a mental health day but for a true workday. She would take her kids to school and grade for the next 8 hours. I now totally get it.
Can you pick up the theme of this weekend?
Friday night after I got the boys in bed I'm unpacked my school bag and made a weekend to-do list to prioritize. I'm also starting the first of 6 loads of laundry.
Friday 8:30 pm
Go to bed around midnight and luckily Ian stays in bed all night.
Bill is gone for the night with Ben to a Y Guides. I take a non- napped Ian to the grocery and then to pick up dinner. We have a hot date at my favorite cafeteria for take out. Ian has an ugly melt down while we are waiting for the 5 mins we are inside.
* Note if I wasn't so hungry I would have walked out. Instead I put the death grip on him and ask how fast they can sling some collard greens, mac and cheese, and baked chicken in a container.
Once home I get him in bath, books, teeth, and bed where he thankfully stays after only a 1/2 hour of wrangling. I work until around 1am making a test and grading 2 stacks of essays plus doing housework as a "break." Sadly I would rather mop a floor then read anything else about Manifest Destiny. Somewhere in the night I find Ian has left his room and is in bed with me. A plethora of stuffed animals have joined us.
We hit the early service at church then head down to school which is open on Sundays as the building is used until noon. I work another two hours copying, entering grades, pulling supplies for the week. Note that I got my lanyard caught in the copier hence the staples. Fairly sure my cause of death will be MacGyvering a copier with only my wits and a pen.
After lunch we head home to realize they have fallen asleep in the car. I take a 15 min power nap in the car with them then go in the house with all the doors open and clean up the kitchen and do more laundry.
Boys are awake so I taken them over to the jump house place across the street where we stay and I grade. I really appreciate the mom drive-by from another parent noting that "wow I must be super busy since I'm not playing with the kids, pointing over to my boys playing air hockey near by." She goes on to say she teaches too and tries to save a part of each weekend for her kids. Thanks Ms. Judgy Judgment.
3 pm *note other lazy parent just siting and not playing with their kids
Once home I pull together a quick dinner, make lunches, more laundry, go through Ben's backpack, and get the kids to bed.
Grading slow down as it's Will Gardner time. By weekend end I logged around 13 hours of some type of work for school and unfortunately still have one class of essays not finished and sadly more work coming in tomorrow.
Not the most exciting of posts, frankly it sounds SO negative, but a weekend of keeping it real of what sadly what many a weekend looks like around Casa Vinson.
Anyone who wants to criticize that I'm am a lazy overpaid mooch living off their taxes or those at the helm legislate away any chance to hire good teachers walk a day or better yet weekend in any of our shoes.
My goal for the week is to stay ahead of the work as best I can and to spend any additional time finishing a book, sleeping, maybe making it to the gym, preparing for inlaws decision to make a last minute trip up this weekend. I would like to actually see them, and not with a red pen in my hand next weekend.