What’s wrong with me? So I’m having back-to-school dreams already – waking up with my heart racing. Dreading the whole rigamorole of updating the curriculum map, writing the course description (that no one ever reads anyway) and figuring out how to motivate 14 year olds.
Meanwhile, I’m home with my two young kids. I’m going NUTS. I love them, and feel guilty for getting frustrated but I’m tired of being ignored, chastized or contradicted by kids who still ask for help wiping themselves.
Hmm. I’m noticing some similarities between teaching 9th grade and parenting small children that I hadn’t seen before.