We are almost all set for Christmas around here. A little present wrapping is all that's really left to do. For me, though, Christmas came early. My job was a short-term maternity-leave contract which finished up at the end of the school year. On my last day of work I was driving home, when I got a phone call. Literally - as I was driving home (I love that my new car has blue-tooth!). It was my old boss offering me a new job! I will be teaching a Year 3 and 4 class next year in the school I used to work at, where Mr Busy still attends. I say "still" because both the girls have finished school now. Only God himself knows how on earth that happened, but there you go. Two kids who are adults and have finished school. I'm sure I'll blink and Mr Busy will be done as well.
I can't wait. I feel like I've been wandering like a stranger in the land for a year and now I get to go home. I decided, during this past term, that I am not a suburban type of person. I don't know how to dress for their weather, which is up to 8C different than where I live. I don't enjoy the traffic that well, after years of whizzing about country roads and enjoying the most spectacular views and a five minute drive. I can't wait to be a little closer to Mr Busy as well. He's flown under the radar in the last little while, which has ended with a crash-and-burn finish to the year.
And the funniest part: I will be teaching my niece, who already knows how this will go down.
Miss G: Soooo....my teacher for next year is going to be.... Aunty Tracy (with excitement and then deep sigh and slumped shoulders)
My Brother: You're not getting away with anything next year then?
Miss G: Nope (deep sigh again)
Out of the mouths of babes.