Going Ons

Things at work have been hectic. I’m still trying to get my head around all of the new stuff. Working with a curriculum for the first time is always a challenge, but the textbook is pretty similar to the one I used at my old district. Not the same, but close enough that I don’t feel the need for absolutely crazy amounts of prep work.
Lunch duty has been… okay. The sophomore class is rather a bunch of turds at lunch. I haven’t started handing out detentions to them yet, but there is a group of about a dozen boys who have skirted the edge, behavior-wise. I don’t want to ruin any relationships this early in the school year, but if they don’t turn it around pretty soon, I’ll have no choice but to write them up (for loud, rude behavior, rough-housing, leaving a HUGE mess at their table, etc).
It turns out that I do get a full 30 minutes for my lunch, which is good. What sucks is that for the last ten minutes of 1st Lunch I am completely alone in my section of the cafeteria. It has become the worst ten minutes of my day, without a doubt.
Classes themselves have been pretty good, but it has also been almost exclusively the front-matter of them (syllabus, expectations, getting-to-know-you stuff, etc.); I finished that up today, so tomorrow is when we are starting content.
Home has been okay. The boys seem to be adjusting well to their new school and routines. L has still been up crying occasionally. We’re going to contact his new counselor at school to see if she can meet him and maybe give him some emotional tools that we can’t. It’s okay for him to still be sad about leaving, but it is time to start moving on with our new home and new school(s).
M has been struggling with the amount of bureaucracy that comes with a larger district, so she has been somewhat short with us all at times. We tried to sleep together on Friday night, and it did not go well. She ended up with about 3 hours over the whole night. I wasn’t even snoring; I was just breathing, so that’s awful. She’s planning on trying out a new sleep doctor down here in a few months, to see if she can try a new prescription that may work better. She claims that isn’t is all her issue, but I can’t help but feel that it is a me-thing as well.
So far, my mother has been okay with us being down here. I was worried that we’d need to set more firm boundaries with her, but she has thus far kept her distance. The “Pop In” hasn’t been an issue. Yet.

This weekend I’m going back up to finish all the bits and pieces at the old house. At least one trip to Goodwill remains. I hope it’s only one trip, at least. We will see. I’m planning on meeting up with one of my old colleagues to chat about the start of our school years.