- how quickly I can go from feeling like a competent teacher and reasonable parent, to feeling like I have no business being in a school, or raising my own children. It's been that kind of week. Behavior issues left, right, and center, 24/7, at home and at work, and seeing the best of teaching and the not so good every day. (I haven't seen awful teaching, but this week was discouraging enough, thank you, I'm not going looking for it.)
Both kids have been grounded at various points in the past couple weeks. Both have had meltdowns. Both have had to have serious attitude adjustments. My students have been off the wall, even many of the ones who are usually less needful of discipline. Today was a rough ride all around and ended with a crash. Safety Guy had a particularly difficult day that ended with unpleasant consequences. My own attitude this week has veered from "I can do this," and "I think I'm doing pretty good under pressure," to, "What did I do wrong that my kids are being so foolish?" and "Why the heck did I have kids in the first place?" Don't ask me how many new gray hairs I've gotten, since it's time to renew my color and I'm showing a definite "Bride of Frankenstein" dash of white at my temples. Heck, I'm feeling rather like something from a scary movie lately, maybe I should just work with it.
Anyhow, it's been a very long week for my first solo teaching in so many years. I think I hear a glass of wine calling my name after the kids are (finally, at long last) in bed. I already got into the Halloween Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Good night, friends - maybe I'll have happier things to chat about in a day or two.