Then, there's those nights where my brain just doesn't shut off no matter what I try... I've been told its just a 'first time mommy' thing where I try to plan everything down to what I'll do if I go into labor early, step by step, and that when I have other children, I won't have quite the same problems with worrying. I don't know and I guess won't find out till I have another child but one thing is for sure that this whole no sleep thing is no fun at all... Oh yeah, and I have a sweet head cold. :)
Other than the fact that I've been a whiner the past couple of weeks, BJ's been working on our basement. Over the past month we've gone from a framed couple of rooms to a sheet rocked, mudded, and base boarded basement which make us both very excited. Every time I go downstairs it seems like something has gotten done or has changed. BJ and crew have done a fantastic job. It's moments like this where I'm so happy to be married to a man who is so driven to achieve. I myself can take none of the credit for its progress other than I am the one who cleans up all the dust that comes up and makes a mess of the other rooms in our house. I don't think I've ever dusted this much in my life. All for a good cause though right?
After the sheet rock... (Sorry these pics are out of order)
Before the sheet rock...
Other than that, BJ and I are both counting the days till we are done with school and work... I believe we have a total of 30 working days till I am finished with this school year and BJ will be done with his masters classes till the fall. The end of the year is always difficult for me at school with wild children but this years 9th grade bunch seems to be my own personal hell. I don't think I've ever loathed teaching a class as much as I loathe teaching them. Not only is it difficult to teach them in general but teaching with a teacher at the same time who has no discipline skills whatsoever makes some days downright ridiculous.. Its bad enough that I have to get onto my class about misbehavior and such but when I have to be Hitler for his class to, it emotionally drains me and in all honesty, it's unfair that I have to always be the bad guy. I'm sure that I am the hated gym teacher for many and I'm ok with that..I'm sure one kid likes me in that class...maybe. I guess if it means that those kids know I'm not a push over, than its worth something right? Regardless, I chant everyday in my mind 30 more days, 30 more days.....
