Tomorrow and what I used to do

Oh, I am so excited. Tomorrow is Dad's day at labschool so Piper and daddy are having a date and Finley is going to spend the morning with her Aunt Rebekah so that means I am going SHOPPING! I realized that I don't really have anything to wear to NYC in December when the average high is like 45. Now here in the sunshine state we see temps like that maybe 1-2 days a year so I need to find some warm snuggly stuff. Plus, I need some new "other things" because "the girls" (and I don't mean my kids) aren't quite the same size or as perky as they used to be. They might need a crane or a very good push-up contraption. Anyway, I'm going into Orlando to shop with my best friend from high school, Kelly and we are going to spend some moo-la!

Part 2

I realized after reading a comment by my friend over at Can Do Attitude that some of my numerous readers probably don't know that I used to have a regular job...yes, I used to teach Kindergarten.

It's king of an amazing story. I graduated from college a semester early because obviously I am a genius, and I came home in December ready to work, kinda. Jason and I were engaged and planning our wedding for May so I was living with my parents until then. My dad got a call from the principal of the private school I attended from 6th-9th grade and asked if I would come in an interview for the position of the kindergarten teacher. It was sad because the former teacher had passed away over the Christmas holiday (she was only 26). The principal had gotten my name from the school nurse who has known me from when I attended school there.

So, I when tin for an interview expecting very little. We talked about the experience I had (very little) and my experience losing one of my best friends while in college. Both the principal and I felt that God was showing us that this was the right place for me to be because I could help the kids through the very difficult rest of the year. I was up against another woman who had taught for like 15 years, but God will not be ignored and I got the job.

It was nice to be back at the school where I knew a lot of the people and felt very at home. The hard part was winning over people and the kids who loved the former teacher. The principal had warned me that the class had been difficult to manage and that there were some "problem" kids. I had no idea that children could actually behave that badly but it was nothing compared to my second year teaching. But my third year was heaven compared to the previous 2 years of hell.

I loved teaching and I do miss it and plan to go back to it when I am finished being pregnant and my children are older. It is the perfect job because you are on the same schedule as your kids and have the same holidays. My plan is to go back to school and get my master's degree while the girls are still small so I will be prepared when I want to go back, but who knows what the future holds?