Gots a Job, Yo

His you-want-me-to-roll-over? look. Only rarely followed by an actual roll.

A lot has changed in a week.  For instance, last week at this time I was certain I had bombed my teacher interview.  Really certain.  The way I used to sometimes feel after a tough Chemistry test or US History pop quiz.

J-Man laughed at me and reminded me that I was that kid who would be certain I failed and then end up with an A-.  Not true.  Ok.  Well.  Not always true.

Luckily, while my attempt to speak Spanish with the department chair via phone went poorly, I must've still done ok enough because I got word that I will be teaching Spanish levels 1 and 2 at a high school this fall! I called J-Man, Papa H and Mama H all to say "Baby girl gots a job!"

Now, to find childcare.  That will be its own post whenever I can tell it with a happy ending.  Right now I think we're in the "rising action" portion of that tale.

Back to the point.  Beginning in late August I will be dragging my sleepy body out of bed early enough to feed and dress Parker, transport him to an undetermined daycare option, and get to school by 7am.  I will then fill young brains with knowledge such as "hola has an 'h'" and "in Spanish you have an age, you aren't an age" and then I will pick the kiddo up to play a little before lesson plans, grown up tv and talk time, and then bed again.  I think I can manage this.  I think.

But because the task of imagining full time work is daunting in itself, we are softening the blow by a family vacation.  We're Puerto Rico bound later this month.  The excuse?  To refresh my Spanish.  The reality? To sit on a beach, under an umbrella, ocean breeze in our faces, just us three G's.