Lazy Sunday

Hazel is napping in her swing, Scott is cutting onions in the kitchen, and I am starting a blog. I usually don’t have time to read a paragraph in a book (the kind with more than twenty pages and no pictures), and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep up with this, but it’s a resolution, so here we go. I remember how cathartic it felt to write when I was in high school and had all the normal teen angst and at one point when I was much younger, I considered becoming a writer. In theory, this should be more fun than chore-like. Almost everything I do these days feels chore-like, so doing something because I WANT to can only do good things for me, right?

I have a lot of interesting things to write about. I teach sixth graders in an inner-city school, which provides enough fodder for its own blog. I am a new mother to a five month old, who is providing more anecdotal material by the day. I live in Mesquite, TX…Well, I AM a middle school teacher with a funny baby.

Scott just brought me a hamburger, which means Hazel will inevitably be waking up before I take my second bite. How does she know when it’s time for me to eat? How does she KNOW??? Wait, shhhh. I hear a squeal, and unless Sunny has figured out how to make baby noises, I must go.