Preschool bootcamp

So, here I am. On the Orange line T (Boston's version of a "subway" system), because there aren't enough hours in the day anymore. I swear I'm in preschool teacher bootcamp. I'm lucky enough to work in a brand new school so the hours are crazy and the amount of shit that needs to get done leaves me little time for things like... Breathing. Sleeping. Now eating, is never an issue. My kids got taught to "share" their lunches and snacks with me on day one. Yea I take food from 3 and 4 year olds. A girl's gotta eat.

So yea, I haven't quite figured out how to navigate my new hectic schedule. The house is a disaster area. Cooking has turned into a survival technique as opposed to the enjoyable experience it once was. But, this week is definitely going more smoothly so there's hope. I'm trying my best to find time to keep this blog afloat despite my shitty attempts thus far. So for any of you still out there, don't abondon me!

I'll be back.

Namaste bitches.

-D

Still love me?...

I know, I know. Completely unacceptable. Almost a whole month of no posts. Well, this blog adventure is going rather poorly isn't it. Sigh. I'll apologize again. I didn't do it on purpose. I promised myself that I would not use this blog to complain, mope, and pollute this space with negativity.

So like mama always said, "If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all."

I was going through a bit of a funk. I can't really explain it, but it was there... following me around everywhere. I couldn't sleep. I was irritable and over-emotional (yes, more than usual). I had tons to write about.. our trip to Philly and back to NY, our yard sale, new restaurants, etc..

I just didn't feel like talking (or writing, rather) about any of it.

Then when I did finally snap out of it and was all exited about writing again, POOF! it was August 31st and I was starting my brand new job. Let me tell you that I do not know how I am gonna make it through the year at this rate. I feel like I'm on fast forward.. no pause button. I hope it's only because it's my first year in my own classroom. Because if every September is like this, I won't make it past 35.

Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm biting off more than I can chew. I was given a HUGE beautiful plain classroom to do as I wish with. It's like someone gave me a blank canvas and all the paint I could ever want. I'm beside myself. Every 2 minutes, I think of a new "idea".  Parents and kids come in on Thursday for a meet and greet, and my classroom looks nothing like I want it to look. Not to mention, I'm close to a panic attack about the first day anyway.

So, posts are still going to be a bit sporadic for the next week or so, but I'm making a promise to myself that I will make an effort to blog more regularly. Lord knows I'm gonna need it. Namaste bitches...

Oh.. I almost forgot! I bought a bicycle! and a helmet!