Kickin’ up my heels at the beach. LAST summer.
With all due respect for the geniuses that are the Gershwin Brothers and their masterpiece “Porgy and Bess,” but – that line is wrong. On so many levels.
Oh, I know most folks believe that us teachers just spend all summer long laying out in the sun, workin’ on our tans. Kickin’ up our heels enjoying our two month vacation.
I hate to burst that bubble, but that just ain’t true.
I use my summers to attempt to get caught up on all the things I can’t manage to get done the other ten months out of the year.
You know, when my days start when I get up at 5:30, and don’t end until I put aside my work and turn out the lights at 11:30. And where my weekends are spent preparing lesson plans, and running errands – oh, and trying to spend time with The Three Little Monkeys.
During my summer “break,” I use the time to:
Attack my yard. Landscaping. Pulling up the ever-present ivy. Cutting down wayward bushes. Preparing the yard to TRY to get grass to grow. Dirty sweaty work.
Clean my house. And by cleaning – I mean THOROUGH cleaning. Top to bottom. Pulling everything out of cabinets. Wiping the walls. Reducing the layer of life that builds up during the school year.
Organize. The storage room. Closets. Everything.
Paint. The house I mean. Not like PAINTING painting. This summer, the Middle Monkey and I are going to finish turning his room into a solar system wonderland.
Make things for the upcoming school year. Posters. Charts. Games.
Oh, and try to spend time with The Three Little Monkeys.
And before I know it, my summer break is over, and it is back to school I go. And the cycle continues.
Well, back I go to continue my summer “vacation.”
I gotta say though, I’m getting one bitchin’ tan from all the yard work.