School is back in session after a two week break for the holidays.
Last night, I was overcome with sadness and depression and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was causing it.
Was it the weather? Was it the fact that the holidays are over? Was it the fact that my mother-in-law was sponging yet another free meal off of us?
I have never met someone who is happier when he or she gets a free hot meal.
I don’t think the woman eats between visits. I think she starves herself and then comes and eats enough so that she can then hibernate for about two weeks until she can return to our house.
The preceding three paragraphs were written in fun and in no way should imply that my mother-in-law is a mooch, a big eater, or a bear. Mother-in-law jokes are easy (plus this is my last gasp hope that I still might be in her will… obviously my odds aren’t good now, but maybe if we invite her over for lasagna…).
But back to my original thought. Yesterday was a Wednesday evening, yet it felt like a Sunday.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I should have recognized the actual source of my sadness earlier. The answer was right in front of me the whole time.
Going to work after a long break isn’t fun. That’s right; I just wrote what everyone was thinking.
I would rather stay home day after day, never shave, occasionally shower, sleep in, stay up late (9:15 pm), and certainly never iron dress shirts or wear a tie.
This sounds better than getting up at 5:00 am and going to work.
There you have it. I said it. I prefer sitting at home doing nothing as opposed to going to work (with one exception… as long as I am getting paid from work).
But the best thing about education (besides the students, the long hours, and the high pay) is the time off that we get.
Summers, long weekends, and holiday vacations. You can’t put a price on free time.
That is why we shouldn’t complain about the pay in education too much. Time is worth far more than money.
This week I have to go to work two straight days. Yes, you read it correctly. I have to work a Thursday and a Friday before I get a weekend off.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this pace.
I’ve considered quitting my job because permanent time off would be nice, but I need the money for groceries.
Although after reading this, she may not come back.