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Sabbatical

I haven't talked about it that much, but for about five months there I wasn't working and I had pretty much convinced myself that I didn't ever want to go back to work again. I was enjoying being caught up with the housework (mostly), cooking dinners, packing lunches, grocery shopping, having enough time to write and keep up with social media. Much of that may sound dreary, but after years of working and trying to juggle those things I found it delightfully restful.

On the other hand, I spent altogether too much time sitting in a comfy chair and not enough time interacting with real people. I may have done the couch potato thing a bit too much.

Being the stay-at-home mom for the first time in my life was a wonderful experience. I probably could have done more with it--volunteer work? exercise?--but it was what it was. And what it was, was temporary. I needed to get back to work. I never really stopped looking for jobs, and one day a job turned up. Just like that.

I'm fearful of over-sharing because I don't want to jinx it. So I'll just say I'm back working with kids again in a wonderful place. I went back to work March 1st and I've been sick pretty much since March 4th. That's what working with kids does to you. Hopefully my immune system will shape up in the near future.

I promised myself I would go to yesterday's Board of Education candidate event put on by the League of Women Voters, and then do a write-up. Instead, I was asleep in an armchair. Apparently my plans for yesterday were reading, sleeping, and drinking tons of fluids. You have to seize those sick days when they present themselves, I guess.

All of this is to say I missed the event. I am going to watch a rebroadcast and write it up in the near future. In the meantime, here are two pieces about hcpss worth reading:

"My Questions for the Howard County Board of Education", Tom Coale, HoCo Rising.

"Howard school board member defends use of staff email addresses for fundraising" , Lisa Philip, Howard County Times.

 

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