For many years my life has been consumed with reading other people's blog. In other words, I am a full fledge blog stalker. Not proud of it, but just calling a spade a spade. My husband rolls his eyeballs every time he comes into the computer room. I have come to realize that instead of reading about other peoples' family memories, I really should create my own. Where do I begin? Well, we have a son, Judd. I really would like to document his and our life, so I thought maybe this avenue might just be the trick. I suck at writing in a journal. Anyway, Judd is 2 1/2 years old and we just can't get enough of him. He is as wild as can be, but I guess it is good that he keeps us on our toes. Everyday he does something new (which isn't always appropriate) but I enjoy watching his little mind work. I am excited because I just recently stopped working, so I get spend more time with Judd. I have to be honest...I am nervous as all get out to spend my days at home. Free time on my hands isn't always the best for me. Too many times I find myself roaming the aisles of Ross out of boredom, which inevitably leads to buying more things we just don't need. So, I am really going to try to do crafts with Judd and find some kind of play group so we can both sprout our wings.
Leaving my teaching position has been kind hard on me. My position was very unique. I taught third through seventh graders in an after-school setting. Anyway, staying at home with Judd has always been my first choice, but change is hard. Really hard! I truly thought that when I announced to my students that I was leaving, that cheers from the crowd would be heard throughout the world. I am strict but you have to be. Children can smell fear a mile away. To my surprise they were sad and so am I. I am going to miss the little stinkers but I am going to make it a priority to volunteer once a week. I have always enjoyed teaching. I have loved both my teaching experience in Vegas and in Utah. My first year of teaching was a nightmare but I truly began to love it my second year. That was the year I truly found myself as a teacher and could laugh at the little things that happened in the classroom. Case in point, during my second year I taught first graders. While they were writing in their journals one day a specific student (who was going to be the death of me at that time) passed gas (might I add explosive) and it scared the little girl next to him. She looked at him with total disgust and then shouted, "you made me mess up on my s." Kind of gross but it has been embedded into my head and makes me giggle every time.
Well, I will stop for now. I am excited about this blog thing. Hopefully I will follow through. Better go Judd is harassing our dog, Abbey. She is desperately giving me the look of HELP NOW!
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