Welp...

I got the phone call I was waiting from.  My principal called and informed me there were no volunteers to move to a different school {not surprised... who would WANT to move to a different school 1 week before school starts?} and I would be transferred to a different school on island. Clincher... she doesn't know which school or what grade.  Hmmm, great. More waiting. I do know one thing, I need to pack out my classroom, ASAP. Like, meaning today is Friday evening, and I probably need it packed out no later than Monday.

So I need to see if I get a job offer to a school I'm willing to drive to (one of the schools is pretty far away, like nearly an hour. Meaning, I wouldn't be home until at LEAST 4pm most days, if not later), and a grade I'm interested/prepared to teach in a weeks worth of notice...

I'm content with the idea of being a SAHM. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Ty and staying home with him. It's great and these precious months of his first year are amazing and I thoroughly enjoy watching him discover the world around him.  I mainly wanted to teach one more year because I had the opportunity to {at least I thought}.  Teaching jobs are becoming harder and harder to get in the states.  It would have been nice to save up the extra money.  When we go back to the states next year, we'll be having a big pay-cut since we won't be getting COLA anymore {shucks} and we have big expenses like another car to buy, and possibly a house (depending where we get stationed), new desired furniture, and just the extra expense of living back in America, where Target is a girl's best friend! :)  We also requested a 6 month extension so I could finish out the school year.  If I don't end up teaching, I will be kicking myself in the boo-tay for making Joe request it.  I like Okinawa, but I am more than ready to head out for a new adventure and be back on American soil. I love the irony in it all...

So, I shall play more of the "Hurry Up and Wait" game over the weekend until I hear the offer {if any; who knows, maybe they won't have anything available after all} and see what I want to do.  With Joe being gone, Ty not sleeping through the night, having to wrangle both dogs at the vet's office for over an hour {while nearly getting eaten alive harassed by the 195 dogs all waiting in the entirely.too.small waiting room}, the stress of all this teacher business, having to train a new nanny {I guess now "just in case"... but maybe I won't even need her anymore}, the house always being a mess, there being bottles to always clean (where do these 951 bottles come from? I BF for goodness sake!), the endless piles of laundry to be cleaned and put away, the pile of teacher crap I started to work on but ever since I heard the latest news and pushed it in a big pile and refused to touch since, and all the other gazillion and one things that need to be tended to but I just.don't.have.one.ounce.of.energy.left.in.my.body.

Okay, time to attempt to sit down for a minute, and rest.  It's a rarity these days.