Hunker Down and Pray

17 days.

Seventeen days until my first year of teaching is O-V-E-R.

Things are calming down around here. End of Grade tests are being administered, final grades are being typed in, posters are being torn off the walls.

And I?  Haven't been doing much of anything.  (Especcciallly writing.)

The hours at school pass in some sort of foggy haze, in which I do paperwork, attempt to teach children something, and at some point a bell rings and they shuffle out to buses. Then I head home, zone in front of Real Housewives, and head upstairs to get lost in a book. Or two.

Rinse and repeat.

It's not half bad, really. But it's not that great, either.

After months and months of 70 hour weeks, I think I'm not quite sure WHAT to do with free time. Just like writing, once I get out of the habit of having free time...I'm not sure how to get back into it. If I made a list of things to blog about, it might look like this:

-going for a walk
-going to the grocery store
-Real Housewives
-The Bachelorette
-doing the dishes
-how early I go to sleep

Exciting, right? Nope.

While this is fine for recovery mode, it's not exactly the pattern with which I want to live my life. I've gotten out of the habit of writing. I hate that I'm counting down the days, but I am. I feel like I'm floating along until summer. It's not the kids, it's the fact that this year has been one big crazy, disorganized whirlwind and I'm ready for some calm. Or wine.

Do you ever feel like you're just going through the motions? How do I snap out of it?