I’d really like to write something interesting, or thought-provoking, or even something that would get me a funny google hit, but there’s a lot of randomness on my mind, and here it is:
And the Winner Is. . .Our tests are in!!! Mr. K called and told me that the state test results have been delivered to school. Of course, the state will not have decided what’s passing and what isn’t, but I don’t care about that. It’s raw data I want—have our kids improved? Have they? HAVE THEY??? I can’t wait. The plan is to get up tomorrow and see if the principal will let me look/photocopy the results. I’m on pins and needles.
The Hub and I are doing battle with mosquitoes. Last night we awoke at three, four, and five o’clock in the morning because mosquitoes were buzzing in our ears. Bite me while I sleep, but please don’t buzz in my ear—that’s not playing fair.
And finally, an old friend of mine e-mailed me to let me know that she has hired a nanny. Here’s the part where I feel bad. Currently, I have decided that if I have children, I will take one year off of work per child. This is largely due to the fact that the Hub gets limited vacation, and we have no family within five hours. I would hate to have a sick child and have to leave it with a complete stranger. It will involve making some sacrifices, and I’m going to try to get some tutoring gigs, but by and large I’ll be going a year without income which is scary. I may even—gasp—buy my child clothes from Walmart. It’s not the right decision for everyone, but it’s the one I’ve decided upon.
The thing is, most of my upwardly mobile, highly-educated buddies would never dream of putting their careers on hold for a year or two. I feel sort of shameful as if I’ve somehow failed the gender. But I know I’m making the right decision for me—I just wish I didn’t feel like such a sell out.