I forgot what Sundays were like when you are working. They are basically another day added onto the work week. The anxiety starts to set in... Am I ready for tomorrow? Did I set my alarm? What am I going to have for lunch next week? What happened to my weekend? Ahhh, yes. It is now 6:47 and I can say that I have answers for all of those questions. I can now sit here after my filling dinner and watch "Adventures in Babysitting" without any worries (at least for now).
It is a strange thing. I'm pretty sure I have the right career, but I suppose I'll always want my time to be free and my own. I hear of people who wake up each morning, excited to go to their job. I don't know if I'll ever feel as excited about work as I do about other things I love. I'm sure that is natural, but it seems teachers are superhuman sometimes. Do you know those people I am talking about? The ones that live and breathe their work? Well, I can admit that work does force me to appreciate free time and home more.