Seriously.  I’m still alive.  Barely.  Who knew teaching required actual WORK?  Like in the evenings and stuff?  (OK, all of my friends who are teachers knew.  But who ELSE?) 

I started as a real, honest-to-goodness-having-to-make-lesson-plans-and-actually-grade-papers teacher back in September.  It’s been a wonderful, crazy, amazing year.  I’ve kind of gotten into the groove, which is nice, considering that we have like 11 weeks of school left or something.  I can hold my own during parent-teacher conferences (in SPANISH.  So THERE.) and I finally figured out how to correctly put the grades into our computer system. 

On the homefront, my personal children are doing fine (at least I think they are.  I’ve been grading papers for six months.)  Our house usually looks like an army has just decamped, and we won’t discuss the laundry situation.  Last week, we were allowed to wear jeans to work all week.  I couldn’t, because I had no clean jeans.  *shame*

Dan has officially been made Extreme Response’s Regional Director for Latin America.  His first official act of business was to head to Haiti for a week and visit some of our partners there.  I’m usually insanely jealous when he gets to travel and I…don’t…but this time I took a pass on the jealousy train.  It’s HOT there.  And they have bugs that are so big that you can give them the car keys and send them out to get a pizza.  I stayed home and had one or two nervous breakdowns over the course of the week that he was gone.  Actually, it was more like one big nervous breakdown, with brief moments of rationality thrown in to keep the children from moving in with the neighbors.  I did actually cook dinner for the children for FOUR nights in a row, which is some kind of record.  Dan was so proud.

I am getting ready for some major changes in my world.  At the end of this year, I will be leaving the Alliance Academy, where I’ve worked for almost 7 years, and pulling Patrick out to homeschool him.  This decision wasn’t made lightly, and I’ve spent the last several months thinking about all of the pros and cons that come with it.  I’m going to miss my friends at the school, and I’m going to miss my students, and I’m leaving a job that I love.  On the other hand, I’m going to be more free to work with Extreme Response, and possibly travel with Dan some, and go back and forth to see our three older children who are going to be in college.  And Patrick has some pretty wicked learning issues that we believe will be better addressed in a one-on-one situation rather than in the general classroom.  And hopefully the house will stay a little cleaner and my poor hubby can expect to have a conversation with me once in a while without having to snap his fingers in front of my face and bring me back to reality because my brain has wandered off to it’s happy place again.  And maybe…just maybe…I’ll have time to update this blog a little more often.