Work starts tomorrow.
And I don't want to complain. Good Grief. I am a teacher. I love what I do. I work 186 days a year, and right now, 7 of those are furlough days. It couldn't get much sweeter. And I love my students. And I love my job.
And I love to write fragments, I suppose.
But here is the thing: more than anything else, I want to be a mom. A full time, stay at home mom. I love it. I don't mind difficult days. I enjoy finding things to do and ways to teach Penelope about the world. I hate leaving her.
And tomorrow I have to. And it sucks. And I am really having a rough time with the thought of working full time again.
Thank you for reading my rant.