I have been rather dreadful in keeping this updated. (I have been updating my book blog every day. Books are straightforward, so much easier to blog about. Here is the link to that blog if you have forgotten it existed. Books and Umbrellas) Partly because I am busy, but also because I don't have any pictures to put up. And I always feel I need to have pictures to have a real blog post. Surprisingly, working with little kids for 8 hours a day and then coming home to hurry and get things done for four little kids so I am ready for the next day, drains me of any spark of creativity I may have had. By the end of the week, I feel rather dull witted. My kids are already looking forward to summer, when I won't be working, and will be more fun. I had a full day of training on Saturday, so yesterday, as the only day I wasn't working all week, was looking pretty precious. The kids wanted to spend the whole afternoon at Grandma and Grandpa's, which would have been fine some other week, but this week, I had to have that time home.
I have suddenly come to realize that I am somewhat of an introvert. I see it at work, where I was painfully shy, even of six year olds. I never seemed to be shy with the teacher I work with, mainly because I told her how painfully shy and self conscious I was of the six year olds and we had a good laugh at my weirdness. I don't seem to be as shy with the other teachers, but I am a little hesitant. And then I worry my shyness will be thought of as snobbiness... So much to pointlessly obsess over.
But I really see my introverted need to be alone at home. I had never realized how much I was alone when I was staying home. I had my hour or two walk in the mornings (or evening), a large part of the day with only one child.... Now I get up early, for quiet time, but usually within 20 minutes, Gilbert is up. Which is nice, but my quiet time is no longer quiet. Then there is a scramble to get everyone out the door with appropriate accouterments, which ends in me spending eight hours with 21 kids. Kids that need to be told not to lick each other, to please use a tissue, to please not tease each other, to please sit down, to do what you are supposed to be doing even if you don't want to.... I actually really like the kids I work with. Still, there is a lot of correcting behaviour that happens in first grade.
After that, I come home to my four lovely children. I adore them. But they are adjusting to this whole Mommy Working thing as well as Having Daddy Gone For a Month. So there is a little more clinginess, more fights, more sadness.
I feel rather drained by bedtime. And it makes me feel terrible because shouldn't I feel recharged by spending time my sweet kids? I am trying to talk myself out of the guilt though, since it is rather pointless. It just happens to be the way my psyche was set up. It isn't a reflection on my kids or even on me.
I can't wait for Justin to come home this Thursday night. He really won't be getting here until the wee hours of Friday morning, but I cling to the Thursday idea.
I can do this!
(But I really need a husband!)
And now, on a completely different note, here are some pictures of our ice storm a week and a half ago. We were at Clover's, so I didn't even know it had happened. Until I hit a glittering forest about an hour north of Syracuse.
Thick ice on everything. At this point, everything was sparkling like diamonds.
Potsdam Sandstone and icy trees
SUNY Potsdam, my alma mater
Back roads from Potsdam
You can't see it in these pictures very well, but as we got further north, the ice got thicker and instead of just sparkling, it suddenly started shooting off rainbows. It was gorgeous. I seriously don't think I have ever seen anything as magical looking.
Drippy ice on an apple tree
You can see the rainbow-y-ness a little in this picture
All this fabulousness came at a cost though. Birches were bowed down, evergreen branches broken...
This elm tree bears a weird crown, due to the last terrible ice storm we had, 17 years ago when we lost power for three weeks. This elm had several large branches fall, which gives it a funny hairdo.
The girls had to go explore.
Icy soccer net