I am a teacher for one more day. One more day of actually having to prep during my prep periods, one more day of seeing the same little faces I've seen for the past three months, one more day of correcting, disciplining, and working with some great people.

Well, it's not exactly like I'll be gone forever. In fact I already know several dates I'll be back at the same school. But it won't be the same. One of my girls cried today because tomorrow will be my last day. I couldn't look at her or I would have cried too.

On a brighter note, tomorrow by 3 I will have returned to my true calling of the last four and a half years - SAHM. Esme asks me every day how many days I have left. I can't wait to take a more active role in her homeschooling, and I'm especially excited about getting to know more homeschoolers in our area. We're ready to write our first narrative on her progress and I know it will be a big undertaking, so I'm eager to get that started too.

I'm also looking forward to having more creative time again! Teaching takes so much energy, it's hard to be jazzed enough to come home and really want to work on detailed projects. This is something I've missed to much, especially since now I'm scrapbooking and sewing and altering. Ahhhh time for me again. That will be so nice!