Yesterday was the first teaching day for me after summer break. I already complained about summer vacation, but I really have issues with transitions. I realized that when I read Christine Kane’s essay about this and also Liz Strauss’.
So we had a little ritual to mark the beginning of the school year. On Sunday we opened a bottle of champagne and sat down to talk about what we did during the last weeks and what we’d like to do during the next weeks. I feel much better because of this.
So, what happened? My son got a cold. First sniffles, then a mild fever then we thought he’s better already and then it got worse. Monday night he woke at half past two in the morning, couldn’t get back to sleep, kept us all awake, until my husband went off to the guest bedroom and I pulled out the anti-pain-medication. The child slept, in my bed and managed to take up two thirds of it. I don’t know how he does it.
Yesterday, of course, all my plans were automatically canceled, I became nurse to a miserable child. Other people tell tales of miserable children, clingy and – miserable. Mine becomes clingy and – very angry. He spent most of the day restless, talking without a stop and throwing one tantrum after the other.
When I looked for something to help him, I took out my books on homeopathy (yes, books not book). And I think I’ve found something for him.
But homeopathy won’t help me with my time and energy management issues. While I long for the structure that my teaching days give me, there actually is less time to accomplish anything. So on my to-do-list is:
- fix new shelves to wall in living room
- transfer video recorder and television set to new stand
- layout and print new flyer to attract more singing and piano students
- entertain my son, who’s staying yet another day at home due to his cold
- send e-mail to banking guy to alter something on the mortgage
- give a singing lesson to a new student
- write new blog-post
- do grocery shopping
- do two or three loads of laundry
- and, most important, practice singing, piano and guitar.
Funny, isn’t it?
Okay, I’ll practice in the evening. I’ll do the grocery shopping after the singing lesson, when my MIL can babysit.
(Short break, while I look for my son, who is playing in the garden.)
Son still there. Phew! E-mail sent, blog-post written.
(I promise another one titled “Do what you want or surrender” the next time I can hear myself think.)