I had to turn it off. I had to escape teacher brain overload. The teacher brain never stops on it’s own. It plays reruns and programing guides 24/7. But where is the power button? Or at least the reset button!
Teaching multiple grades is a three ring circus. Constant movement. Constant troubleshooting. Constant rerouting.
The interruptions! A message from the office, announcements by the principal, a parent stops by, a student gets off-task, the toilet backs up.
Deadlines! Paperwork for the superintendent; someone else procrastinated and now I have an emergency; benchmark assessments; PTO events.
It followed me home. Where could I escape teacher brain overload?
I asked my husband to plan a Sunday drive for the two of us. One of the great things about living in the mountains is that it doesn’t cost a thing to get away from it all. It just takes a little drive.
While riding shot gun on a country drive, you see all kinds of wild life. I wish I was quicker with my camera. I always miss capturing the amazing sights. As we drove around a corner on a dirt road, two little black bears thumped across the road about 100 feet in front of us. One was small like a dog, the other looked like a yearling. We didn’t see a mother bear anywhere, but I wonder if she was nearby.
We drove until we came to a bridge over a creek. I had to stop and take a picture of the creek from the top of the bridge. We attempted to take a selfie with the creek in the background. This proved that my husband and I are complete dorks at selfie-taking. Eight shots of awkward neck craning didn’t get the perfect background. Apparently selfie-taking is an art form and I just don’t have it. A 13 year old could have done it!
We hopped back in the pickup and continued down the road until we got to a campground in the middle of nowhere. The tiny campground is right along the creek and has about four sites. We walked down to the creek to listen to the water on the rocks. There’s nothing more soothing than flowing water.
We climbed the rocks to get a better view (I nearly fell in at one point). There was a rope swing across the creek. I imagined camping here in the summer. I dreamed of spending a weekend without talking to anyone other than my husband. I thought of bringing my sketch pad and drawing while listening to the sounds of nature.
This mental vacation was just what I needed. My brain was reset. My frayed nerves restored. My thoughts of school stress were replaced by an appreciation for my mountains. The teacher brain turned of for the night.