Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes...

It's really been awhile since I've posted on my poor, neglected little blog, and honestly, it doesn't look like that's going to get better any time soon.  After a wonderful summer of watching the grands and a fabulous cruise with the hubs, I came home and didn't even get fully unpacked before I had a job offer, which has totally consumed my life.

Once upon a time, before there were grands or children or even a husband, there was this idea that I would one day teach English.  Then the changes came, one by one.  Good ones, but sometimes distracting.  First, my mom got me a job at the bank where she worked so I could earn money to pay for college.

Next came the husband, right in the middle this educational adventure.  He was military, and so we moved a lot.  Since I was in a rush to get my degree, I didn't take any Ed courses, just the courses necessary to get that oh-so-essential piece of paper.  Meanwhile, I kept working at banks as we moved around.  It seemed like they always needed people.

Sometime later, children came, but by now, the banking thing was a career, and I was deeply entrenched.

Quilts I made in 2013

Then, decades later, I got laid off, and I got to quilt full time for almost a year and a half.  It was awesome!

Things I swapped in 2013

But as amazing as full-time quilting was for my emotional well-being, it wasn't so great for the budget.  In fact, I realized that if I spent all my retirement money before I was 60, there were going to be bleak years ahead.

Somewhere along the line, I remembered that old dream of teaching English, and started applying for various teaching positions with our local school district.  One day I went to an interview, and the next thing I knew I had a job offer.  From there, it got crazy.  In fact, it's been a little like trying to sip water from a fire hose.

Between teaching 130 students a day and taking the necessary classes and workshops for my certification, Barbie has been pretty lonely.  And when I 'm not teaching, taking classes, or grading papers, I am sleeping.  But I am confident that these early days won't last forever.  Hopefully, one day soon, I can come home from work and sit down and do a little quilting, just as I did when I was a full-time banker.

Until then, please don't give up on me.  I'll be back.