I'm an itinerant teacher (roving to four schools a day) so I'm in, out, load all the equipment back in my car, dash off the next school, set up, wash, rinse, repeat. And no time for goodies for teacher appreciation week. On the one hand, I'm pretty free of the politics of being in one classroom, one school, etc., but it does get kind of lonesome sometimes, and since I'm the only adapted PE teacher in our 25-school district, I have no colleagues that do what I do. Oh well. I do love my job and wouldn't do anything else.
I'm really missing my daughter, today, too. She's 8 months pregnant, relocated 800 miles to the north of me in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, but she's all about family, and even though she has a beautiful new home, she would rather be down here with us. She also has a semi-tamed three year old boy (we call him The Three-nager---oooph she has her hands full!) and with her history of pre-term labor, every time she texts (which is a lot), I jump. I'm hoping she can keep that baby girl in there until my school year ends. I'm going up there to spend most of the summer with her, and my husband is staying home to take care of Difficult grandson and his sister by himself, five days a week. Oh lordy.