September is the REAL start of the year

I accepted a full-time job today -- my first full-time job in more than 15 years. I've done my time in grad school (didn't finish) and I've been a reluctant stay-at-home mom (connected to the not finishing grad school). In the last few years, I've worked part-time, but this will be a whole new adventure. I'll be teaching middle school math full-time for two and half months. I think I only took the job because of the nifty end date. It's my own little experiment. Will my family pitch in and make this possible? Can I be organized enough to keep everyone fed and in clean clothes while still teaching 5 classes?

The best part of the deal is that this doesn't start until October, so I have some time to prepare everyone. I also have time to work on my running before I start a serious training program. But here's the thing: everything at my house really starts in September. My husband doesn't work for the government, but his job in DC really ratchets up in September when Congress comes back into session. My kids head off to school next week, and my volunteer work will all start up again. And don't even get me started on sports and other after-school activities.

So put me down as someone who doesn't care about January 1. Now, September 1 -- there's a date that matters. If only I had some resolutions....