Hangin' around (hangin' around)Nothin' to do but frownRainy days and Mondays always get me downFunny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do (only thing to do)Run and find the one who loves me (ooh)
These lyrics have been playing on repeat inside my head throughout the day. Perhaps the dreary skies contributed to to an overall sense of malaise, but I suspect an underlying current of past trauma mixed with interrupted routines didn't help. Exactly one year ago, Texas teachers never returned to campuses following Spring Break. When our governor announced our schools would remain closed, shock, disbelief, and grief enveloped us all. The non-closure, coupled with so many missed end-of-year traditions, left everyone feeling unmoored.
Yet here we are, returning to school on a mundane Monday. Because our district is entering the final nine-weeks of the school year, teachers once again expressed frustration over it being the fourth first day of school as kids transitioned from remote to in person learning. Instability is our new normal.
I know there are tons of fellow slicers returning to brick and mortar institutions for the first time in well over a year, which is a bit mind-blowing considering we put kids back in buildings in August of 2020. However, this has been a school year like no other, and the toll it's taking on everyone is palpable. Things are tough all around.
Rainy days and Mondays definitely get me down, but I'm going to focus on the line that says, "Run and find the one who loves me." My thoughtful husband is cooking chicken tacos for dinner as I write my blog. He had a glass of wine waiting for me when I walked in the door. I sure am thankful I have a safe place to land when reentry is rocky.