So things are crazy. CRAZY. All good, but all crazy.
First off, the weather. Can we please talk about this winter of pure brutality? It is a sad day when I look forward to snow, because AT LEAST IT'S NOT 30 BELOW. Crazy.
Second off, the book.
Have you seen my new cover??
So amazing I can barely stand it. And not to mention the book launch, coming up on March 23rd. Here's the flyer:
And if you click here you will see me on the Magers and Quinn website... as an event. Me. An event. So cool. And terrifying.
As part of the book launch insanity, I'm going to local schools and talking to kids about writing and publishing. Tuesday morning, just like all those amazing working moms I know, I got up, got the kids off to their morning places, and headed off to school, to teach.
Let me say this: In over three years of being a stay at home mom, I have not regretted it. Don't get me wrong, there have been hard days. Days where I've missed my classroom, missed the joy my career brought me, missed my very own paycheck. But I haven't regretted staying home.
Got it, kids? No regrets.
But I've got to admit... Tuesday was awesome. Now keep in mind that Aaron was up pretty much the entire night before. (A full blown ear infection, I found out yesterday.) So I had the moment I know many working moms have all the time, the moment when your alarm goes off, you haven't slept, and you have to be 'on' all day, so you make the coffee super strong and put extra makeup under your eyes.
And yet, Tuesday was still awesome. It started out when I found this in my old teacher bag:
From a kid who caused me many headaches in my last year in the classroom. I was totally energized.
So I spoke to this group of creative writers and... well... it was even better than I thought it would be. First of all, it was one period. (Imagine, teachers!) We had a great conversation, where I didn't have to discipline or take role or deal with paperwork. And then I left, without a single paper to grade. It was all the fun parts of teaching, and none of the not-fun parts.
I was on a high all day after my talk-- still am. It was more than just the great kids and great discussion we had. It was the fact that, somewhere deep inside of me, I had allowed myself to do what I'd been warned against when I quit my job: I'd allowed myself to identify only as 'mom'. I love being mom-- LOVE. But sometimes a woman in her thirties needs to be reminded her worth professionally, too. I didn't realize how much I'd missed it all this time.