Some like it hot...

Some like it when the heat is on, too.  But, I'm not one of those people.  It is all I can do to make sure there are no chicken/cat/dog fatalities here on the "farm" (if one has more than 10 chickens...it counts as a farm, and we have 30 thanks to the monkeys shoving eggs back under the hens during brooding season).  Notice, I didn't mention the grass (because it has been dead for a few weeks at this point).  I was 13 in 1988 when we had a summer like this here in the Midwest, but I don't remember it.  I do remember going to the pool every single day one summer (maybe that's the summer).  This summer we can't even say, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity."  I wish it was humid.  I wish my hair was a little out of control.  I wish I wasn't worried about the water table and its implications for our well.  But, I am.  There's nothing I can do but, continue to pray for rain.

Couch to 5K

Yesterday morning my DH asked me if I wanted to work out with him this morning.  He works out every morning, pretty much.  And because our lives are crazy busy (mine not so much right now) and I like to hang out with him (I know, married 13 years and we still like each other...weird), I said yes.  I don't think he believed me.  Well fast forward to 5:36 (random isn't it?) and up he was changing into his workout stuff (at least I think he was based on the sound as my eyes weren't open, yet).  I heard him go downstairs.  Then, the guilt set in.  I said I would join him, but I hate working out.  Hate it.  So I struggled out of bed, changed into my running shorts and shirt, and down to the workout/family room I went to hit the treadmill.  I brought with me my couch to 5K in 10 (!?) short weeks plan.  I have no intention of entering a 5K, but I do like an organized plan and this was it.  So there I was at dark-thirty...sweating to KLOVE.  I'm not sure if I'll join him tomorrow, but I don't like starting over all the time.  Plus that, I didn't put "add one size to your pants" on my summer to-do list, but have managed to accomplish it anyway (thanks a lot nearby Russell Stover's outlet).

I Can Still See the Forest

BUT, not for long.  In a few short weeks we all will be in it (I'm just assuming that nearly everyone who reads this is a teacher as well).  I was talking to my sister before heading to my new room to work (I forgot how time consuming it is to set up a classroom from scratch).  Anyway, I said that summer vacation has two sections...slowing down followed by careening.  Slowing down is the first few weeks where we teachers sleep, laze around, possibly take a vacay, and basically just recover from 180 days of working with small people.  We are on the slow uphill of vacationing.  Then...BOOM!  We hit the summit of vacation and suddenly begin careening toward August.  That has happened to me already.  I am quietly freaking out that there is no way that I can possibly get everything that I want to do done before the 16th.  No way.  I know that I will, but it's hard to feel that when there are still 10 boxes in the middle of my classroom floor.

So far, I've settled on a few things...
Daily 5 and CAFE are a must in my room
My classroom will have a superhero theme
I'm going with PBS and a fancy behavior movement chart for classroom management
In case of apocalypse, I will not be hurting for any sort of office supply (I believe the teacher before me had some sort of supply hoarding issue).

So here's to the last few precious weeks of summer and not having to eat too many Tums.