
So if there is an award for "Super Mom", I think I should get it. Here is why: I am a full-time working mom. So I work about 9 hours a day so that's like 45 hours a week. Here are just the many jobs a full-time working mom does during a day. My day starts after I hit snooze about ten times because I am so tired from the previous day. I get up and sometimes have to get Gracie ready because Chuck is already at work. I have to trap her in my room with an Elmo movie so I can get in the shower. Then I eat some breakfast, feed the cats, get dressed, get Gracie dressed, make a lunch and leave. I always have to take Gracie to the babysitter because who knows what Chucks hours are. Then I head to school where (after I grab a rather large cup of coffee), I check to see that I am up to date with my lesson plans. Then I have to check my email because sometimes parents feel the need to communicate. Then I either have to copy papers, make something (that's an elelmentary thing), do some lesson planning, meet with other teachers, meet with my committee, have a faculty meeting, call a parent, try to file the stack of papers that is neverending, hang up the next holiday decorationsblow the dust around on my desk, find books, write a journal on the board, grade papers, and then get another cup of coffee. And then the kiddos come in and I check in homework, grade homework, go over lessons, check for understanding, yell at kids, give tests, pass out bandaids, lecture on responsiblity, possibly make a craft, go to the library, read with kids, go over packets, encourage the struggling, enforce rules, pass out homework, go over notes, sign notebooks, discuss what' s right and wrong, remind themt to play fair, play games, sing songs, yell some more, move desks, type notes home, fill out paperwork, do assessments, clean up,lecture on how to be quiet, and then grab another cup of coffee and yell some more. Then the kiddos leave so then I can grade some more papers, copy some more papers, call some more parents, make lesson plans, etc. Then I leave and pick up Gracie. We drive home and then I immediatley make her dinner and usually myself a salad. Chuck works some nights so salads are easy enough. THen I clean up the dishes, wash off the table, wash off the highchair, wash of Gracie. THen I finally have time to spend with my own child. We do puzzles, read books, color, get a bath, jump on the bed, play catch, etc. Then I put her to bed so that I have time to myself to post blogs like these and then check facebook. Somtimes I will even look at realtor.com and pretend that I can afford any house I'd like. Then I get mad because I know I can't and so then I might have a drink. Then I get ready for bed so that I can do it all over again when I wake up. And that's just during a day. I save all cleaning of the crackerjack house for the weekends. Being that I maybe get 3-4 hours with my own child a day, I choose not to clean during the week. And of course sometimes CHuck works on the weekends so I get to do laundry, dust, vaccum, clean bathrooms, clean kitchen, grocery shop, run errands, and try to plan some quality fun time with Gracie. Do I want your pity? Nope. Just had a bad day and am questioning life. I do feel extremely busy and feel it's unfair to Gracie, the amount of time I spend with her. I hate having to come home full of germs and stress from other people's children. I need a break! If you read in the paper someday soon that a teacher lost her job over some sort of physical action, it could very well be me! I think I might snap! Seriously!