Spring Break is Nothing More Than a Memory
Tomorrow the alarm clock will go off at 5:30 a.m. I will hit the snooze button a couple of times, dreading the inevitable-- the first day back from Spring Break. Don't get me wrong. I love teaching. It's not going to work that I would like to avoid. It is the routine that I have to begin again. Each tap of the snooze button will conincide with an internal conversation with myself. 5:30 - "It's Monday. Get up." 5:39 - "Who picked this radio station?" 5:48 - "If you don't get up now, you will have to go to work without washing your hair." 5:57 - "It's now or never. Don't forget you still have to pull #1 out of bed, too." That last one is usually the one that will force me out of bed. Nothing is worse than trying to coax my 11 year old daughter out of bed. Forget it if she didn't bother to lay out her clothes the night before. We will definitely be late to school. Once she is vertical, I will have to run back to my bathro...