Summer-itis

When I was in school, I'd always - ALWAYS - become much less motivated with school work and more interested in lazy days outside around May. In college, I worked my butt off during the year so that when finals came around, I didn't have to really study so hard. I knew I wouldn't. I'd make the study guides, read over them, but inevitably a pretty, sunny, warm day would occur and I'd blow it off. It was always my summer-itis kicking in.

Now that I'm a *laughs* grown-up, I should be more focused on my career - errr - job, but I'm not. I'm sitting here, inside on a beautiful FRIDAY and cannot get motivated for anything besides going home, getting my daughter and playing until we drive to Charleston to meet Troy for Blues, Brews and BBQs tonight. I should write some more, but I don't wanna. I should be making my lists - if for no other reason than to give Troy something to make fun of me for (as if he needs more ammo) - because we leave for vacation on Tuesday. I should be working.

I need to be a teacher. I just decided this, like, two seconds ago. It's something Troy has suggested and something I've thought about on my own, but today makes it definitive. I am destined to be a teacher because I don't want to work during the summer. I'd rather go to the pool or the park with my daughter, go on walks, read on the couch with the windows open while Lauren naps. I don't want to be sitting in an office. **Sidenote, I actually really do enjoy my job...summer-itis is just really kicking into full gear today**

It's just one of those days where I'm actually sitting here and minutes will pass and I have no clue what happened. I'm very spacy today, my mind filled with thoughts about what I should be writing. What I want to do with Lauren when we get home. What I'm going to wear tonight. What I'm going to wear tomorrow night. I told Troy I was bored and he told me to blog. So I am. And it's random and about nothing because that's what happens to me on sunny, pretty Fridays when I'm stuck inside a building daydreaming about what I could be doing rather than actually doing what I should.

I love that I get to leave in a half hour. I know that today will repeat itself Monday and Tuesday. Those days, I will be suffering from vacation-itis, which occurs in the days before one physically goes on vacation but mentally is already there. My mind will be at Hilton Head, on the beach, watching Lauren throw sand. And I will be mentally preparing lists. And not focused on work.