It was a fun (if somewhat monotonous), easy job with incredible hours. I could be home by 3:30 on some afternoons, which left a lot of time for me to go to the gym, watch Netflix documentaries, scrapbook our wedding and honeymoon, go shopping, read and cook. It was very ideal, but when I found out we were moving I felt a little bit of relief knowing that I was free to do something new.
The best part of the job was teaching me how to explicitly teach children how to behave themselves. It forced me to become MUCH better at classroom management which was my biggest issue as a teacher. I feel so much more prepared for returning to the classroom if I have to, and for parenting.
Tonight, we go to our first prenatal education class. I'm already almost four months along and I'm worried that when I get there I'm going to be told not to eat or do things I've been eating or doing, and thus feel a sense of impending doom about this baby and how messed up he/she will be due to my Nutella binges or something.
My future baby?
I'm sure it will be fine though. Its not like I'm a cocaine addict, or constantly exposing my baby to cigarette smoke (although I did get quite a bit of second hand cigarette and marijuana smoke two weeks ago at a Drop Kick Murphy's concert).
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