I hate summer.
I know, I should be shot for such ridiculous statements, but it's true.
I'm no good at summer. Yesterday, on my way home from the last day of school, I was thinking about my classroom next year. How would I run Lit. Circles? Should I do a writers workshop? What about this? What about that? I can't stop it. My brain doesn't know how to turn off.
This morning I wanted to sleep in, but Rudy did not want me to sleep in. And now that he's done eating and going potty there is no way I can go back to sleep. So what do I do, sit here at my computer looking at possible jobs for the summer.
Last summer I weeded. 2 hours every day - the dirt was lovely. Now, the weeds are all back, and I can't bear to do it again. So I must find a way to occupy my time. I have no children, no major projects, and no desire to do nothing. I have thought a lot about doing some small classes from my home - things like baking, art, theater, writing, etc. I have a spare bedroom that could be whipped into a cute little classroom in no time. It sounds great in my head. Here are my issues - will the children come? I have access to a lot of kids, but most live in Holladay, and Sandy is a long ways from there. How much do you charge? I don't want to be expensive, clearly I don't work for the money, but what will it cost to do it all? When? I'm kind of processing late (had to see what other summer plans would occur) so when do I do classes, and for how long?
Do you see how this perplexes me? I'm just doing my thinking aloud because I'm hoping that it will make sense when typed up. Hmm, how's that working out?
No solutions yet.
Well, at least I started my summer with something productive (see there I go needing to be productive again) I updated my blog that has been neglected for two months. Now I'm going to attempt to go rest, as I woke up with a cold - I think it's natures way of saying...JUST RELAX!
