and then there were two

That's right, this former cat hater (or at least "strong disliker") is basically a convert now! At least, I love our cats. Of which we now have two.

Lulu was a stray that wandered into the play area outside my classroom last week. (The kids actually gave her the name.) Yesterday when I got to work, something was clearly wrong -- poor Lulu could hardly stand up and just wasn't her usual joyous self. We already had a vet appointment scheduled for Abbey, so of course (sentimental, over-sensitive being that I am), I brought Lulu home and took her along to see the doc. Good thing, too, as she had a fever and was severely dehydrated. After lots of cuddling and kneading and some antibiotics, she's already doing much better. 

As my mom said, "It's a good thing Andy loves you."

It's true, because let's face it: Lulu's not going anywhere now :)

rose-colored (nerd) glasses

The thing I'm most excited for this summer?

Ooh! I know, I know! And the answer is . . . 

Prepping for next school year!

(In between days by the pool, of course ;) )

I've always had the nerd gene, but it appears I have the teacher-nerd gene as well. After a couple days of do-nothing freedom (and I mean the weekend, as school is actually still in session for a couple more weeks here . . . but half the class has stopped coming . . . and I've finished all my reports . . .), I've been researching classroom layouts, center activities, conscious discipline, and more, dreaming up themes and schemes for the year ahead.  (And by "researching," I mean Googling blogs and pinning like a fiend.)

Normally I don't like to own up to my preschool teacher identity, because I don't like the stereotypes so often associated with it. But the truth is, I've had one of the BEST years. One of the hardest, most amazing, most spectacular years of my LIFE. I'm not sure I've ever bonded as much with 22 little people as I have with this group of kids. They have been the light of my life most days, and I'm so very thankful for each and every one of them. Our classroom became its own magical world. It will be hard to leave the safety and warmth of that place.

PS - For any other teacher-nerds out there, the All-in-One Organizers from Thirty-One (my cousin sells their products) have been my life-saver this year. They are the perfect size for file folders, hold a TON, and make it so easy to transport stuff any which way you like. Excellent for a teacher like me with no desk and limited shelf space. I know I sound like an ad/mom/dork, but I really do love and use these daily. And no, my cousin doesn't know I'm giving her a shout out ;)

mock-ups (don't mock)

Ooh, I do love a good project!

Helping my dad out with design ideas for his a Capella groups (he's a high school music teacher*), and this is what I've come up with so far. Sort of a retro-meets-modern vibe, but channeling slightly different eras (Depression-era chic for the girls and Mad Men-goes-mainstream for the boys). Feels good to have something creative to latch my brain onto now that school is winding down. Thanks, Dad!


*This does not even begin to convey what he does. For example, his Men's Chorale group has had upwards of ninety guys in it, including State Championship-winning football players. I rest my case.

in the meantime

Marilyn Monroe, 1949, via Historiful

Some days . . . life just flows right on through you, clean and good and sparkling with a sense of rightness. Everything is in its place and you are in your place and you don't even think two thoughts about it because you're too busy being.

Other days . . . the words ain't coming and your husband keeps interrupting and even if you can see the rocky path beneath your feet you keep tripping over everything, including your own shoelaces, including but-there-was-nothing-but-air-down-there!, kicking up dirt and ill-will as you go.

Please tell me you know what I mean?

Today I got my hair styled up and my toenails painted orange, and that feels damn good. I ate a few servings of vegetables at dinner (including my greens) and have been chug-a-lugging water all day in the hopes of clearing up whatever skin thing this is starting to constellate on my forehead. I have reason enough for thanks and praise on this day.

But even so, the loss of balance looms: I can't find my footing (but hey, you're not falling!), I still don't know just what I'm "supposed to" be (wait, is this it?!). Can't seem to rest easy in the questions, in the knowing it'll sort itself out one way or another. 

Because it always does.

You distract yourself for a while, roll with the ups and downs of the seemingly inevitable drama, and meanwhile life is happening, going on right there all the time whether you notice or not. So small, so clickety-clacking-right-along in the background, the custodian of your big ideas, the long-haul trucker of your meant-to-be's, steady steady 1-2-3, until . . . 

BOOM. You see. You're there. For the first time, the fifth time, the twenty-sixth time, you snap into it: Into the moment, the perfection before you, the rightness that is always-and-ever-shall-be.

But for me, for now, there's the meantime.