Four hundred and eleven posts later:

I can't remember right now exactly when I started blogging. I know that it's been 411 posts since those first words: test..., and I know that the only thing I can think to do right now, at 12:49am, when I can't sleep and nothing good is on T.V., is blog. This is just the first of many wakeful nights in which, though I may try my darndest, I cannot keep myself from laying in bed and thinking about SCHOOL, SCHOOL, SCHOOL. I didn't think I would ever say this, but I think I may be a workaholic. I think I would go to school right now and work on my classroom if I also didn't think it would be totally UNCALLED for at this time of the night. Many nights I lie in bed and think about how I am going to solve a certain problem with my students or classroom. And now, after spending a whole summer sleeping quite soundly, I realize how stupid it is to ruminate over things in bed. "Do not worry about what you will eat, or wear, or about when Jimmy and Timmy will finally stop hitting each other, or about Timmy's mom who insists that it was provoked, or about good artwork to put in the hallway for open house, or about not losing a kid on the next field trip." To quote my brother in law, I need to "simmer down". During particularly stressful times last year when I knew I would have trouble sleeping, I would go to the gym and wear myself out so that I would hit the sack and be out like a light. It's 1:05 now and my husband is sleeping like a baby. I think I will try again...Goodnight....