So yeah, here we are. I know I know, it took me long enough, but in the end I just didn't want that last post to be the end of the line here, so I paid up and for the time being, will continue to post, however sporadically it comes to mind.
We had a great Christmas vacation, we surprised the kids with a trip to Disney World in Florida. Turns out all that traveling for work my husband does has its benefits, namely free airplane tickets and free hotel for a week. Which is good, because the cost of themepark tickets in Orlando will take your breathe away. Regardless, we had a wonderful time. My kids are both adrenaline junkies, so of course we rode every roller coast imaginable, even waiting in the specific line to be in the front row. I went with them, as I too love roller coasters. Weird, I know, seeing that I am such a control freak that I would love roller coasters, but I do. My body doesn't love them as much, my neck and back seized up on me several times. The spirit is willing but the body is weak, and by the 4th day I was willing to accept the leering smirks of the teenage park employees as I waited in line with my boys and then gently stepped off to the side as they boarded and strapped into their doom. I kid, I never worried about them for a second.
What did concern me? Handrails. The handrails of the labrynthian waiting stockyards for roller coaster rides. STOP TOUCHING THAT OH MY GOD I just watched that girl sneeze all over it. Here, drink some Purell.
Anyway, now that the holidays are over my mood seems to be lifting, and I don't know if its just the natural progression of a depression freeing me or if the holidays are in fact to blame for my lack of joy. I'll admit Christmas is stressful, what with the extended family visits and the expectations of gift giving (as in, making sure I spend the right amount on this person who may spend much more or much less on me...) and the plethora of comforting winter foods filled with starches and sugar and carbs that I try to avoid, and so forth. I would very much like for Christmas to just be about the birth of a very special baby than about the frenzy of merchandising and whether or not you splurge to pay someone to put lights around the roofline of your home. But I can't seem to convince anyone else of this.
I liked not being home on Christmas, God help me, I really did. I would have liked it even better if we could have skipped the tree and the decorations and the gift giving part completely. I understand now those people who go on cruises or to the Carribean over Christmas vacation - stress free.
But at least now its over, and the decorations are back in storage, the laundry is almost done, tomorrow we go back to school. And in a few weeks, I go back to school, literally. I'm going to get my teacher certification, and probably work toward a masters. I've always wanted to do it, I've always said "when I retire, I want to retire from teaching." I've said it before, I should have done it years ago. But I don't regret the career experience with which I ended up, it's made me richer in spirit overall. But if I plan to stay in education, it might help if I have the degree to back it up.
It won't take me long, two years, maybe a little more. We'll see how hard it is to juggle two active boys (scouts, soccer, baseball, music lessons,) a husband who travels a lot and a night class or two. When its all said and done, I'll be certified to teach middle school social studies, which admittedly is only interesting to me because it is the shortest distance to certification, given my bachelor's degree minor in history. From there, who knows where I'll end up. Maybe someday I really will be teaching Shakespeare in Pop Culture at the college level (my stated goal 20 years ago.)
But for now, I'm just plugging away at my life, one day at a time. Listening to music that makes me happy, trying to read more, eating well, and keeping the banshees at bay. I'm watching out for myself - my own soul. It's all good. And I promise I'll try to get back to posting stupid and irreverent junk more often. Welcome to 2013 my friends.