Breakfast of Champions

Because it's still summer, we eat cupcakes for breakfast. 

School is going to be a rude awakening for all of us on many levels.

Summer Sass

This teacher isn't usually in a hurry for school to start.  However, I just said to my kid, "Oh yeah?  I know you are, but what am I?", so I'm thinking school might be our saving grace this year.  Also, I might be 50% responsible for their ever evolving mouths....

Not So Dreamy

I was talking to my friend (another teacher) yesterday about how she'd had her first back to school dream already.  I hadn't, something I attributed to a very relaxed, fun-filled July.  My back to school dream usually has students swinging from the rafters while I try (unsuccessfully) to get their attention.  Sometimes though, I'm on the other side of the desk.  In this dream, I walk into a college auditorium full of people who have their blue books and pencils out ready to take a math test. I have no blue book. I can't find a pencil. Ugh. Always math. Always about being unprepared.

Anyway, a back to school dream signals the beginning of the end.  And last night.......it happened.  In my dream I reported back to the school cafeteria where breakfast was being served.  I had french toast, sausage and hash browns with an adult Ryan Fleming, my childhood friend who lived at the end of my street.  Make no mistake, food is a priority even when I'm sleeping.  In my dream, though, students showed up on the same day as teachers.  A friend and colleague showed up too, having been told she could teach my class this year.  Um........awkward.  After dropping the girls off with their teachers in the cafeteria it occurs to me that I am minutes away from having students show up to learn in my classroom.  A classroom I've not set foot in since June.  I walk calmly through the cafeteria doors and then sprint down the hall to my classroom, where everything is still stacked against one wall for summer cleaning.  frantically, I start positioning furniture (and broken carousel horses.....what?) as fast as I can, trying to make it look like I'd given thought to being a teacher before this moment when my students start showing up at the door.  And this is where I woke up.  Sigh.

Holy July!

We're home after a month of being on the go for, seemingly, every nanosecond. Disneyland, our latest adventure, was awesome. Some highlights were breakfast with the Princesses, The Tower of Terror and Splash Mountain. By the last day the girls had overcome their fear of the characters and even hugged Goofy, something Libby was adamant she WOULD NOT do. Donald was an elusive little bugger and the line to greet Mickey was a little long, but we did get visits with Minnie and Pluto. This'll be a hard summer to beat....