Today was my first day at my new job, which means I am officially un-unemployed.
Can I get an amen?
You all have been so supportive and kind about me going back to work and especially about me starting down a new path as a teacher for the first time. The thing about teaching though is that I really can’t share too much about my job for privacy reasons. I think I’m going to like this job, so I’d like to keep it… That means I won’t be able to give you too many updates about work and I certainly won’t be able to share any stories with you from my classroom. But let me just tell you a few things about my new job and then I vow to never speak of it again:
1. I think I am really going to love teaching.
2. I think I am going to be a good teacher.
3. My fetus apparently hates teaching.
Yes, the New Guy seems to abhor teaching and is royally ticked off that I am now spending my days as a teacher, which would be why I felt like I was seasick all day long.
(Incidentally, the New Guy is what we’ve been calling this one. And contrary to what my mother thinks, this is not a gender specific nickname – it’s just what this little inch worm in my belly happens to be…the New Guy in our family. When we know the sex of the baby, I’m sure we’ll pick something a little more endearing, but for now there’s been a lot of, “Hey, New Guy – Put some pants on!” or “Hey New Guy – You want pizza for dinner?”)
First of all, I woke up this morning and yacked four or five times.
Don’t ever tell me I don’t share enough personal information with you imaginary people.
Then the nausea miraculously went away all through the school day, but the minute the bell rang and just after our faculty meeting, I was back in the restroom where I stayed for the next half hour. Awkward, awkward, awkward to meet your new co-workers and then upchuck in the faculty restroom for 30 minutes.
So, the short of it is that the New Guy just can’t hack it for a full working day. He (again, MOM, that’s a universal “he” not a masculine “he”…) preferred when I laid around on the couch all day watching Oprah and Dawson’s Creek reruns.
(In my tired state, I couldn’t figure out how to write backwards for these pictures. Sorry. I blame the New Guy.)
I, however, have missed working. This morning as I was sitting in stand-still traffic, I even thought to myself, “Man, I love rush hour!” I have really missed being in a working environment and I am thrilled to be back at work.
So, the New Guy and I are in a bit of a stalemate at the moment. Of course, by the time we got home from work (don’t you love how I am a plural now that I’m growing a person? I’m like a turducken!), we were so stinking exhausted that we called a truce and immediately laid on the couch until Bean whacked me with his golf club and demanded dinner.
All things considered, I think I am going to love working. Even with the whole fetal seasickness thing. And the New Guy is just going to have to chill out and deal.
BECAUSE I’M THE MOM.
And in my house, the mom always wins.