Your car always looks like this. You are constantly caught in a tug-of-war of whether to unload your car before your husband comments and knowing as soon as you unload, you'll feel the need to fill it back up with another haul.
The nightmares begin. It's open house and you don't even know what grade you're teaching. It's the first day of school and you aren't wearing a bra. Or maybe it's the week before you can get back in your classroom and the mess you left behind is haunting your dreams.
You are torn between acting professional again and continuing your summer revelry. A perfect example happened to me yesterday while I was trying to focus on completing a presentation for a workshop I'm helping lead next week. Guess I won't have time to catch 'em all after all...
When you do return to your classroom, you are hit with the odd realization that just last week you were eating Pringles on the beach, and now you are wrapping that same Pringles can in contact paper.
Your texts to your husband have changed. Instead of asking if he'd like to meet for lunch, all you want to know is what plug should go where so that you can avoid the "catching your classroom on fire" nightmare.
Last, but not least, you finally feel an urgency when you look at that bag of school stuff you brought home to work on this summer. Now that you realize planning the whole next school year might have been a lofty goal, it's time to at least look at the first couple of weeks.
Ready or not, it's that time! We can't deny the signs, nor can we deny that excitement that creeps in when we first walk back into our classrooms, whether we want to admit or not. That's how we know we were made for this!
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