Mrs. Tanguma is nervous...

While driving to have dinner with some friends last night, I finally admitted, out loud, that I am starting to FREAK OUT! Usually I try to have nerves of steel and remain calm, but we were running unusually late (like WAY worse than normal Tanguma time), there was traffic, I was driving, and my summer is ending. My husband was out of town, the girls have been crazy, my brother is in town, and we are packing in our last moments of summer, squeezing out every ounce of time.

I think I usually pack my schedule like this to keep my mind off of things I should or will be doing soon. Though, admittedly, my schedule is always packed so people rarely notice when I go all extreme adventurer (except Mr. T, he always notices the change in our bank account!)

Any, anyway, here I am rambling on, pretending like I am not actually going to write this blog.

On Monday, I take on a new identity. I begin my new career as an Olympian. Yes, you heard it here first; I am training for the winter Olympics, and will be competing on the US sweeping team. (Wouldn't that be funny?) No, I have not fallen off the deep end; my grace and my reality remain in check. My school mascot is the Olympian. I used to know two people, who worked at the school, but one of them has been given a principal position at another school and left, so I am down to one. I don't know my hours; I don't know my schedule, where my classroom will be, how many kids I will have. Nope, I am going in blind. I did buy a couple of picture frames, which have a magnetic backing for my file cabinet, but I am not certain it is enough to feel like I am home. Mr. T likes the school colors, but I am not sure they accent my best skin tones. No seriously, I am so nervous about this whole thing. I mean, I have spent the last few years working hard. I networked and interviewed the heck out of this whole thing. In the end, I was offered several jobs (which I consider a huge blessing in our economy).

I have amazing students from Thornton and Chatfield, many of which still contact me. I have amazing relationships and friends at CV, who I wish whole heartedly I was working with. I can see that God orchestrated my entire journey. He has provided far and above anything I could have imagined. Perhaps I am nervous about returning His blessings, performing at my personal best. Monday is a few beers of summer away. My heart is heavy with fear and worry. I have grown so familiar with my girls, and have really, really enjoyed getting to know them again. I sort of feel like I am abandoning them, but I know they are in good hands. Watching them grow this summer has been a blessing. As the home improvement projects wind down, our backyard is maintaining itself (Mr. T needs to put down more snake repellent if he wants me out there!), gheesh, the reality is, and all this worrying is so silly. We all know that in the first fifteen minutes I will meet tons of people, have a great time and settle in.

For now, wait, yep, I hear the call for "mommy" coming from upstairs. I get the privilege of crawling in next to one of the two most beautiful girls my eyes have ever seen. She will be wearing lipstick, leftover from last night, and smeared cheek to cheek. Her eyes will sparkle as she kisses my face and hands a hundred times. She will giggle as my fingernails tickle her tummy and back. Then, she will throw the cover over our heads while we sing songs and pretend to be in a far away land. No time for editing today... Mommy's baby is calling.