It’s 8:37 and I’ve officially sat down for the first time today (if you don’t count the commute to and from work, which I don’t). After leaving the house at 7:00 am and returning home at 4:30 I proceeded to all the mom things I do every day: make dinner, pack lunches, play, read, check folders, baths and showers, bed time, etc. etc. etc.
And now, at 8:37, after working a full day with East Baltimore 3rd graders, and coming home to my second (and most important full time job), I’m finally sitting down.
What am I doing, you ask? Surely, I must be watching TV. Or cuddled up with my favorite book. Or simply going to bed early because I’m so freaking tired.
No. Not any of those.
I’m working again. Back to job number one. Though I’m now in my pajamas, sitting on the couch, the work is still piling up.
- grading 60 math packets,
- inputting the grades of 60 math packets (10 worksheets x 60 kids = 600 grades)
- writing a letter to parents about our Fall Festival
- creating a team meeting agenda
- creating this week’s math quiz (which will later need to be graded)
- creating a new seating chart because the green and red groups cannot seem to stop talking. EVER.
And so on and so on and so on. And that’s just one day. There will be a different agenda tomorrow.
I’m tired. And beat. And literally over it. No matter how much work I do during the day, I’m never done. I never get the glimpse of being caught up. And it’s not the stupid stuff like bulletin boards and birthday charts. Yes, those things matter, but only to a small extent. The stuff I’m talking about are the non-negotiables: things that are expected of me in this line of work and I have no choice if I complete them or not.
This is my 7th year. You’d think my now I would have figured out the trick. I’m tenured. And seasoned. And experienced. But I still feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. I still haven’t learned how to get everything done. I still haven’t figured out how to NOT spend a million dollars a year on classroom supplies. I still haven’t figured out how to actually ENJOY my job on a daily basis. Smile…yes. Be present…yes. Enjoy…no.
Maybe one day soon I’ll figure it out. Maybe this is the year I learn how to stay afloat.
And as I reach down to pick up the first piece of grading, Charlie wakes up and beings throwing things out of her crib and talking loudly.
It’s going to be a long night.