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I am sitting here watching the clock tic and counting the hours left of summer. Maddox is napping. I have a chance to get one last afternoon nap in before I go back to work and I tried to lay down but my mind is twirling.
Am I ready for this? Is work ready for me?
In 16 hours I will be back to work, doing what I know best. Helping kids. Typically, at this time of year I can’t help but excitedly think about all meetings we will have during the next two weeks as parents frantically try to make sure services are in place for their child. I help schedule appointments for parents, coordinate days of the week for therapy, introduce kids to their teachers, and so on..... I am normally very excited because I have the opportunity to reassure these frantic parents that everything will be fine.
During this time of year, I have one, only one job to do, and that is to build a sturdy foundation so that the next 184 days of my student’s education is maximized.
This year, I have two jobs......
I am that ‘frantic parent.’
I am the one trying to make doctors appointments, make sure services are lined up for my child and coordinate days of the week for my child’s services.
Throughout the week, I would have been helping 60 students get settled but instead I am thinking about how I am going to get Maddox to her physical medicine appointment, otolaryengology, opthamology, and pediatric neurosurgery appointment next week without taking time away from the other kids that need me.
This is exactly what I feared all along. That heavy lump in the bottom of my heart, I can finally describe it.
Work has become my personal life and my personal life has become work, essentially meaning that my mind never rests.
That is exactly how I feel. Work has now become my free time...
THURSDAY, JANUARY 12, 2012 - 03:37 PM