It seems like every summer, I get lazier and lazier. I can't even blame it on the kid...we still take him to daycare during the day, so I sort of have no excuse.
I'm also a little in over my head this fall...organizing visits and video chats and Multicultural Languages Festivals, book review deadlines still hanging precariously over my head...(sigh) just thinking about it is already making me tired.
Don't get me wrong...I don't dislike my job. I honestly couldn't see myself doing anything else. Once I'm in the classroom, in front of my students, I'm in my zone, in my place. It's just all the stuff that surrounds being in the classroom...planning, grading, syllabi, online platforms...I wish I could be one of those fancy schmancy professors who just waltz in and teach and let their TAs do all of the grading and admin stuff. But you have to be about dat lyfe to get to that level of professoring. And I ain't about dat lyfe.
I mean, I'm teaching first year, first level Spanish this semester, which I really love. Just getting back to the basics and doing all the fun stuff. I really enjoy being students' first engagement with Spanish. My goal in this case is to inspire them to go further. I'm also teaching Junior Seminar this time around which is much more involved and involves much more planning. And I'm totally excited about what I'm doing...I'm even planning to incorporate some of the research I did in Spain, but I'm just not excited about sitting my lazy butt down and organizing it all.
The kid is gorgeous as ever, had his 18 month check up and growing like a weed. Exhibit A:
This cutie face with his fresh haircut (done by yours truly...a little bit of YouTube tutorial goes a long way!) He's feeding himself, getting into absolutely everything, and smart as a whip. The other day I heard little bud count to five...in Spanish! He'll be 2 in January, which is ridiculous. Which brings me to another consideration. Are we going to /when will we try to give our bud a sibling?
Here's the main thing: your girl ain't getting any younger. And I'm not trying to be 40 years old with an infant. Like, if we want another one for real, it wouldn't be a great idea to wait until then, anyway. Mother Nature's biological clock don't play no games, and nothing's a guarantee. Here's another thing: there is never a perfect time. Like, if we're going to sit around and wait for the stars to align before we even think about number two, it'll likely never happen. So, let's let buddy have his second birthday and let's see what hubby's job prospects look like and maybe we can think about trying again in the spring. I think we'll be good with two. Like I said, your girl ain't getting any younger.
We're trucking along. Trying to wait on God and trust in His timing. There are so many things I hope for, but there are also so many things I am so very thankful for.
