I found my people!!

Hi everyone,

Well, summer has gone waaaayy too fast (says the teacher), yet waaaaaaayy too slow (says the mom). Anyone else feel this way??

True story: this morning I ACTUALLY broke up a fight between my two boys over DIRTY LAUNDRY. For reals. Ugh.

Anywhooo, I wanted to pop in and let y'all know that I started a Second Grade FB Group! For all of my sassy teacher colleagues out there... I hope you'll take a moment to pop over and join this lovely, sassy, fun group of inspirational teachers from around the world. Join here or click on the pic below.

Side note: the "model" is one of my own cherubs!! 

I hope to see you in my Facebook group.  While you're there, don't forget to follow me for more freebies and great ideas!!

XOXO,

My Crazy Life After the Bell

You guys. I've been SUPER off the radar lately. It's been an amazingly overwhelming year of moving to a new ( and incredible) school; suddenly losing my mother (#cancersucks); home remodeling; and overall renewal and rediscovery. I'm excited to share with you my looney life in hopes that it makes yours seem a little more normal! 

Topic 1. My CRAZY BOYS


Jackson is almost 10, going on 13. I NEVER thought having balls would equal such an attitude. The drama!!! True story: when I was in high school, my nickname was 'Tude... because I was, well, outspoken. wink wink. Let's just say that I'm being paid back two-fold. Bennett is 6-and-a-half, and my little doppelgänger. He is.  Just. Like. Me. Stubborn, anxious, quick-witted, overly fashionable (can a six-year-old be that way??), gross, and hilarious. As I write this post, he's shaking his adorable naked tush at me from the bathtub. A boy after my own heart. (TMI, sorry Mom).

Then there's my handsome husband. Lord, what did I ever do to deserve such a caring, selfless, and giving man?? He'd kill me if I posted a picture of him, so instead here's a picture of me holding an adorable baby bunny, which was rescued from our kindergarten playground (surely facing an uncertain death). Isn't he cute, just like my husband???? (See what I did there?)



Anyhoo, I hope you love my updated blog design, thanks to Michelle at The 3am Teacher. She's the bomb dot com! I have big plans for future posts, including but not limited to: The Bachelor, white kitchens, Stitch Fix, German Shepherd puppies, RTI, my amazing teammates, and much, much more!! AAAAAHHHHH, I cannot focus anymore. The child has escaped the bathtub and is talking faster than I can keep up!!

Chow, friends!


10 Problems Every Type A Teacher Will Understand



Okay. So I'm very Type-A. So when my good friend Emily from Education to the Core approached me with an idea for writing a humorous post about my quirks, I jumped at the opportunity! Be sure to check out her post 10 Problems Every Type B Teacher Will Understand on what it's like to be a Type-B teacher, and enjoy reading! 

1. Your day begins the minute your feet hit the pavement in the parking lot.

Monday Morning got me like...

2. Every. Minute. Counts.

Teaching a lesson, drafting an email, planning for next week, and making a grocery list.

3. Your perfectionism tends to get in the way, especially when trying to get something done during prep time. 

Prep time maximizing.

4. You cry at staff meetings for one of two reasons. Either you're genuinely touched by the motivational YouTube video your administrator just played, or you're just plain frustrated that your To-Do List is NEVER shrinking. 

Ted Talk gets me every time.


5. You'd rather run the committee meeting than let your Type B colleague do it. 

It's just painful to watch.


6. You hate it when teachers walk into your classroom to talk to you during your prep time. But they'll never know that.

Come right IN!


7. You will NEVER let someone cut you in line in the copy room, especially if they're copying something at the last minute.

Oh no you didn't. 


8.  You care about your co-workers, but you don't necessarily have time to talk about their personal lives.

No time to listen to your problems


9. You've perfected eating on the run. In fact, you enjoy multitasking.


10. Perfectionism is just plain exhausting. 

A+ Teacher.  

How many of you are Type A teachers? I'd love to hear what you have to say. Not a Type A? Then this post by my friend Emily from Education to the Core is for you!


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XOXO,

Teacher Moms: About Those Summertime Playdates...




Sassy alert. I've got a life. Yes, I am a teacher. With a life outside of teaching. I have friends, and baseball games, and homework, and grocery lists. Did I mention that I have friends? Good. Because when summertime rolls around, I'm not so sure.

Enter the newest breed of Stay-At-Home Moms: the Excluders. You know the type. You're totally BFFs during the school year when your children play together in the neighborhood. You've been to each other's houses for birthdays and holidays. You've coordinated carpools to the sock hop at school. You enjoy a glass of wine (or six) together after the kids go to bed. You might have even been a shoulder to cry on when everyone else is busy watching some doo-doo head giving roses to total strangers on t.v. You're like white on rice during the school year. 

And then school's out for summer. Which means, in your eyes, time to FINALLY catch up with all of these SAH SuperWomen that you so desperately wish you had the patience to be.  Yes!! You think, finally, I have the time to catch up with these ladies, whom are WAY more interesting than your class full of students was at their best this year, anyway. 

And then, suddenly those b*** are unavailable. 

Remember that long-standing Friday Happy Hour that you could never make it to during the school year?

 Cancelled for the summer. 

What about that weekly play date with the moms' group?

On. Haitus. (Does that even happen?)

Or, my absolute favorite... When you count on someone to make an event or gathering that you've planned, and the "sitter cancelled".  F*** me.

Just own up to it. If you don't want to hang out with me, or my cherubic/rambunctious children, then fine. But cut the poopstick. Because I'll tell you what. There's nothing more upsetting than being a dedicated teacher who's been let down by her friends during the summertime, when she has enough free time to actually give a hoot.  

Touché, SAH Moms. I get it. And yes, I said Poopstick. Because I am a teacher. And my feelings are hurt. So nah-nah-boo-boo on you.