So, I'm on summer vacation...it's what I work 10 months out of the year for and really truly why I became a teacher. Oh, that last part was a lie, sometimes.
From August 1st to May 23rd it is what my husband calls "Groundhog's Day" in our home. My alarm blares some random classic rock station at 5:07 (my clock is 7 minutes fast, to give me some sort of comfort in my time frame) and I hit snooze 2 times, swearing that I can get ready really, super fast, which I never can. I catch up with my local and national news with Tram Mai and Scott Light in the early morning hours. I meet my carpool friend at 6:10ish, which usually ends up being 6:07, in the Albertson's parking lot. I am armed with my breakfast balancing in my lap, since I wasn't up early enough to eat it like a normal person. We drive to work and get there at 6:47, one of the first to arrive so we can do our copying right away and not have to wait in ridiculous lines that form at 7:32.
I work at frantic speeds all day long and get in the car at 4:48 with my carpool friend and we pull back into the Albertson's parking lot at 5:28. When I arrive home at 5:33, Casey is already there and we can barely speak more than 5 words to each other as we pull dinner out of the fridge.
Gym? Oooh, depends how I'm feeling. But be certain that I need to be brushing my teeth at 8:45, ready in my pj's at 9:05 reading my book and preparing to sleep at 9:30.
It's a ridiculous lifestyle for those 10 months, but oh, the summer time is where I let loose! People don't think that teachers let loose, but let me be exhibit A as I work you through the secret life of teachers in the summer. A typical morning I don't even get out of bed until 8:40. And one time I slept in until 10:00...I didn't tell anybody, it's not something that working people want to hear about, which I completely understand.
11:40 is when I usually eat lunch in my other life, but sometimes I SKIP IT or don't eat until 1 in the summer, because I've just finished breakfast an hour ago. A messy house is most certain during my teacher life, but now I make the bed everyday and pick up all our clothes off the floor, if they aren't already in the washing machine...that's right, we actually have clean underwear at our disposal, since the laundry gets done at a super speedy rate. The house actually looks presentable. Eating off the kitchen floor never sounded so appealing.
I have also become a bit of an animal enthusiast. Our poor cat, Ruby, is left alone for 12 hours at a time. Now she has come up with several secret hiding places from me, which I believe to be a fun game to play during the day. She, however, has different sort of tagging method that can only be described as a bat away with the paw followed by a hard bite. Maybe she's not so keen on this game like I am.
To round off a crazy day in my secret summer teacher life, I say good night to my husband shut the door to our room, and tiptoe into the family room to watch the Tonight Show, which comes on after the 10 pm news, a new set of people that I have yet to acquaint myself with. I've also been known not to crawl into bed until the early morning hours (I'm talking midnight!) on a Tuesday.
Gym? Oooh, if I feel like it. That never seems appealing in any life I lead.
