It is the last week of June. My birthday was on the 27th. The summer always seems to fly after my birthday has come and gone. I have been on summer vacation for five weeks now. We take Brody to a wonderful babysitter during the school year. We are paying daycare through the summer. As I was sitting down last week to write the checks out for another month of daycare, I realized that I only had six weeks of summer vacation left. That realization left me with many different feelings: disbelief and anxiety to name a few. I am so loving my time home with Brody, but am also wondering if teaching is really the best thing for me to be doing. The anxiety comes in when I begin to dream about school each night. There is a hint of excitement as I ponder what the new year will bring. I hate to say it, but it's there. I know that this year can't be anything like my first year in first grade (the worst year of my six years so far). But I wonder how I'm going to manage it all. I've put my Master's on hold since I became a mom. I go back and forth about it. I feel like it's something that I need to finish, but I really am not motivated to do it. Family is more important. I like myself a lot better when I'm not working full time, and this is something that my husband sees as well. The summer is a time for me to relax and get some things done around the house. But lately I've been lazy. It is my time to recover before going back to the craziness of life as a first grade teacher. I could be so much more productive, but I know that the lazy days of summer will soon end. I need to take advantage of this down time because it only happens once a year. However I also know that there is a lot I could be doing today instead of relaxing. Oh well, there's always tomorrow, right?