Summer Doldrums

I called yesterday about that job hanging out with kids... you have to have a minimum of one year experience working with kids. Even between teaching 6th and 7th grade summer school two summers ago, fieldworking in a 2nd grade class for a semester when I was still an education co-major, and various small gigs as a boy scout camp counselor, etc... I don't think it all adds up to a year. I'm still going to submit my resume in hopes that they'll like me enough to let me do this kind of work anyway.

The Summer Doldrums have already set in. I've been wandering around my house since I woke up at 8, wearing just underwear and a wild unbrushed mane of hair. I made lunch, stared at the wall and sighed, did some reading, showered and ambled about aimlessly some more, just as nearly naked. Things will get better once I get a job. Or maybe I should start making an appointment a day with Delaware kids and on the day no one is free, plan some creative project.

Yeah, yeah. Just as soon as I get done resting my chin in my hand and heaving the heaviest of sighs.

more movie-going

Saw Van Helsing tonite, and while it wasn't exactly against my will, I have realized that my family is trying to take me to see all the movies I *don't* want to see. Hmm. It was exactly like the funny as hell review I read in someone's livejournal. But I'm not a spoiler, so *zip* not a word from me on what actually happens.

Had a relatively pleasant night with The Father and The Stepmomster (who I adore, and dubbed herself with that name), and Brother O' Mine. When I first get home from school, it's fabulous, because my family likes to do nice things for me. That usually wears off within a week. Then they start asking if I have a job yet. Ah, well. Such is life.

It's awfully interesting sleeping in my old daybed. Kinda nostalgic and happy. I remember lining the sides and back with stuffed animals the night my parents told me they were getting divorced. I was 11. Really, I was like, "Duh. Finally." But I think I felt obligated to pull some pity-me move like the kids always did in movies... you know, "I'll be good! Don't get divorced!" So, I went huffily to my room and set up all my stuffed animals in a circle around me. Felt all dramatic and properly sour. Not that this random memory has anything to do with my bed being a happy place for me. It just kind of leaked out. ::laughs::

Speaking of my bed, I'm headed there.

Join me?