Starting anew

So many changes in the past few months-house, new schools, new job-it felt like a time to sit and reflect. I'm constantly, and thoughtfully, asked how I feel about my new gig and home. I do love our house, it gave us the yard and space that we sorely needed. Is it perfect, decorated, finished?? Not even close, but the second time it is different. You know you have years, and you know it will never really be "done" so there doesn't seem to be the same urgency we felt the first time. The kids certainly impact that. We don't have the time or cash to go crazy. The new schools are going well for the girls, too. They seem genuinely happy to go, and B is really loving her shorter days. They appear to have just enough time apart to keep them from bickering. Being home in the afternoons has meant a slower pace for them, and one that has led to less exhaustion for them. That is so nice to see-I felt serious guilt over the past few years as the harried pace felt unfair for children so little. Their teachers are nice, they have friends, and they are definitely learning new and different things than they would have at home.
The job is a little more difficult to nail down. I know that the timing was right-change was needed. I'm still quite bored at work, and its making me sedentary. I dread walking around the building, and I know the teachers don't want me peeking in on them. Super awkward and strange to be lurking about. I  don't have an abundance of tasks, just enough to fill the day.  It is rare that I leave something unfinished. This is still odd to me, and I know that it won't last and isn't normal. I see my colleagues frantically racing to get things done, and I feel like I'm meandering through the day. It almost feels strange and other worldly and is starting to make me paranoid, like they don't think I can handle anything. This needs to change, and quick.