Whine

I have one week left of school before my parenting leave starts. I don't know why I'm struggling to wrap my head around it. I'm tempted to just write something stupid today at some attempt at humor or whatever, but that wouldn't be truthful. So bear with me--or better yet, don't.

Here it is: I genuinely love my job, and a large percentage of my identity is wrapped up in it. And spring means school; it has since I was five years old. I can't help feeling that something doesn't feel right.

But what's more right than staying at home with your kid? Plus, I'll be back to teaching in the fall, so what's the big deal? Well, there's no big deal; it just hasn't happened yet, so it's like this in-between purgatory where I'm supposed to be psyched about staying home, yet I have 140 papers to grade and this sneaky feeling that I'm going to miss teaching.

Boo hoo. You don't need to read about this. Here, look at pictures. I'll get over my pissy little whine-fest and be back tomorrow.