It was the best of times…it was the worst of times. By that I, of course, mean that it’s the beginning of the school year. I have a brand spanking new (to me) classroom and brand spanking new kids and brand spanking new pains in my feet. (P.S. I have been on the hunt for Skechers Go Walks, and apparently every single person on the planet wears a size 7 and wants the gray ones…)
On the bright side, my classroom is clean and bright and has a giant air conditioning unit that I can stand over when it’s 10 million degrees out. (Ignore the naked bulletin boards…we’ll be filling them shortly.)
In the middle of all of this, life has been just trip trapping along merrily. We work. We come home. We eat dinner. We watch our shows (I am so ready for fall TV!). We go to bed. Aren’t we fun?
You know what’s not so fun…I have house fever bad. Keith and I love our cute little apartment, and I love how perfectly my furniture fits. Buuuuuttttt, I also rather enjoy looking at the real estate listings…not the best idea. Please someone teach me how to be content. Also, a word to all of you selling your house: If you plan to give your house away to a family member, please don’t list it and let a bright-eyed young couple fall in love with it. While I’ve been over here licking my real estate wounds, the first four weeks of school have come and gone (what?!). Clearly I still haven’t figured out how to balance real life and blogging. Oh well…there’s always next year.
That’s pretty much me when it comes to blogging these days…#ishouldworkonthat