Ok, so it has been a long little while since I posted, for that I blame the girls' school and my lack of ability to say no. I am Director of our After Care program, I direct after care. Sounds much like directing traffic although about as easy as herding chickens!
I enjoy my job, it requires quite a bit more than the advertised 20 hours per week, but I still enjoy it. I was asked, back in January, to commit to substitute for pre-k three until the end of the year. I can't say no. If it weren't for my love of children I would have just made up some excuse and not done it. I didn't realize that it would take up so much of my life, really. I worked every weekday from 7:45am - 12:30pm and then came back for 2pm to prepare for After School Care. And once I got home (after 6pm) I would get dinner on, transport kids to {fill in activity} and get ready for the next day...it was exhausting to say the least!
It really was fun though. I thought of my own three year old niece most of the time, wondering if she would be doing some of the same things and how cool it would have been if I were her preschool teacher out where she lives. How cool that would be although a bit confusing, would I be Ms. Susan or Aunt Susan?!
Lots has happened since those days of longing for school to be over and dreading summer heat. But here I am now almost 5 months later updating you on my life. I am in the French Quarter enjoying the good life. We are in a hotel (girls are busy swimming and of course I am lounging with laptop) while hubby is in meetings all day. Poor guy, he has to work 12 months out of the year....I don't know if I could do that! Quarterly they have these off-site meetings to "mesh" with the other managers and build a team relationship. We get to benefit from this as well because school doesn't start up again until mid August. We took a little walk to the river (sad to see all the oil from a recent barge wreck) and thought about how good we got it.
You see, "poor me" tends to visit once in a while although more often than not recently. It kills me everyday not being close with my siblings and their families. And to not be in God's country where I feel I belong, it's rough. I do have a good life, my hubby has a good job, life is good. The only thing missing is my family. All 20+ of them!! I realized shortly after we moved into the hellishly hot south that it was a blessing. The plant he worked at up North had "rearranged" some of the lines and he would have been one of the first to lose his job. So, looking back, at least he had a job. I can't imagine being job-less any more than being homeless.
So, as I continue to have pity parties for myself about how much I am missing out on with my family up North, I have to remember that we do have a good life and with many many many prayers we maybe will move back North and we can be together again. I feel my children need that - they need to know their cousins and aunts/uncles while they are young!!
