I could write about how stretched to the limit I am. Like…
How a day of benchmark testing students is never an easy day, regardless of my suppositions.
How my timing is off once again, requiring students to turn in a critical piece of writing just days before quarterly grades are due.
How I’ve over-committed myself AGAIN to activities both work and home related.
How I’ve just heard some of my favorite people are moving to a new school in the fall.
How I really want to eat a pound or two of chocolate but it’s spring and since my fat clothes are getting tight, I imagine what it’s going to be like getting into shorts. Yuck.
How the rest of the world isn’t cooperating with my plans. And even though I’ve learned in the past not to pin my hopes on the actions of others, it seems like I’ll never learn, will I?
How sending a package to my son at college will bring me joy instead of a headache due to all the minutia of packing up: the box not being the right size, the crappy tape, the smell of a sharpee, finding stuffing and finally having to stop at the post office before finally making it home to lie on the couch for a few minutes before someone needs me.
How I feel like I disappointed my spouse because I asked him to delay his birthday for a day because I was exhausted from the weekend with houseguests, and then ended up being really crabby the next day anyway (maybe more so?). And I forgot my credit card and he ended up paying for his own birthday dinner (even though the money all comes from the same place).
How I had to find a lifeguarding recertification class IN NEW YORK instead of Virginia for my 19 year old because he starts his summer job the day after he comes home from college.
How looking for stencils and borders for some ugly white cabinets as an alternative to new ones will be exciting and creative, instead finding WAY too many choices and becoming too overwhelmed to even care.
How much time I’ve wasted looking for things I don’t need instead of taking care of the time-sensitive things that need to be done (for example, grades).
How every time that damn loudspeaker comes on I jump out of my chair and want to scream and commit hari-kari.
How soon I will own three houses and have no business owning three houses. And how I’ll be in debt up to my eyeballs.
How my knees and hands hurt. Aging sucks.
How exhausting it is to have houseguests, even if they’re family and you love them more than anything. It’s just that there’ll be someone in my space who wants to talk after work and all I want to do is stare at a blank wall for a while.
How I seem to be the glue in most areas of my life: home, classroom, family. What happened to my devil-may-care life?
But I won’t write about those things today.