After five glorious weeks of summer vacation, I’m back at it. And it feels like all the parts of me are hurting. My insides. My outsides. All the places. 

These three weeks of transition between summer break and the first day of school are more challenging than I thought they would be.  

For starters, I went from moving around all day to sitting through sessions between 9-10 hours of the day. My body hates me. 

I went from cooking elaborate recipes to throwing everything I own into a pan and calling it a casserole.  

  

I went from being in a healthy state of mind to a scatterbrain again. Who wears her clothes inside out. Unintentionally.     

And, despite spending 10 hours a day at work, I don’t feel ready. Not one bit. 

I can’t guarantee that I’m going to feel “ready” by the time the kiddos show their faces on Monday morning. 

I can’t say that I will feel particularly grateful for all the PD we sat through. 

And I can’t say that the office will be set up or the IEP files will be organized and color-coded and ready-to-go.

What I CAN guarantee is that when Monday morning approaches and I see those cute faces, I will be reminded of something more important than any session or seminar can teach me. I will be reminded that THESE are the kids that make the last few weeks of utter chaos absolutely worth it. 

Here’s to Monday!