Mar

15

Not a good beginning




Spring break is here, and at least today, it actually looks like spring outside. I’ll take that.

I’m not sure, but the fact that I’ve already threatened suggested sending my sons to their grandparents for the week does not sound like a great start.  I don’t think of a visit to grandparents as punishment, but just as a reminder that the plans they’ve made with their friends can be cancelled if the constant bickering does not stop – SOON!

I know they have spring fever; its been a rough couple of months for all of us.  But really, who knew teenage boys could be so stinkin loud!

On another note, last week I started another phase of research for my big project this semester – visiting and interviewing librarians in local middle schools.  On one hand, I was excited for this, because I want to work in a middle school, so here is my chance to see first hand what its like.

On the other hand, it meant stepping out of my comfort zone, which makes me anxious. I’ve really worked at home for so long that instead of welcoming the chance to get out of the house, I almost dread it. I also wanted to make a good impression, in case someday I applied for a job at one of these schools. Which made me even more nervous.

The day of the first two interviews, I got up early so I could have time to get ready and go over my interview questions without rushing. Good planning right? If it only worked out that way.

Everything was fine until I tried to put my contact lenses in. I swear I wasn’t hurrying, but somehow it got twisted around and way up under my eyelid. I could not get that contact to come down. I could feel it in my eye, in the wrong place, and it hurt. I tried rubbing my eye, tried eye drops, tried cussing, tried blaming it on my kids, tried crying. Nothing worked.

Thirty minutes later, I realized that if I was going to make it to my interview on time, which seemed important, I needed to go right then. I threw on some clothes, ran a brush through my hair, and off I went. Red, watery eye and swollen eyelid included. As I was leaving, I told my husband this is exactly why I should always work from home. Leaving the house is a disaster.

Sigh. I survived that day, but I can’t wait to find out what will go wrong the next time I have an important interview!

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