I’m tired.
Teaching in a regular classroom is exhausting. It seems like the next ten months of my life looks something like this:
1. Awaken.
2. Desperately long for another hour of sleep.
3. Shower, eat and go, all in a half-asleep stupor.
4. Make the 20 minute trek to work, coming to grips with that very fact.
5. Begin the teaching scramble, barely stopping for two seconds to breath, before noticing that the day is over.
6. Get everything in order and make my way home.
7. Flop onto the couch and dread the nightly allotment of lesson plans.
8. Fight my way, grudgingly through lesson plans.
9. Glaze on the couch for a few minutes before heading to the night chambers.
10. Breathe a sigh of relief, before realizing that in 7 hours, I begin at step one.
Seriously, I’ve been quite busy. I’m not sure what I would do without my super-duper husband, who has certainly chipped in way more than his fair share around the house, to make up for my crazy-chicken-with-its-head-cut-off busy first week of school.
In other news:
That is all. Werrrrd.
Just wait til basketball season and see what TIRED really feels like! I saw Doyle and Gretchen at lunch (mexican rest.) and told him that he can’t compete with me so not to be sad when we visit!
Way to rub it in, Teresa. I have to work with him, you know!?!…. 🙂
I know, I’m excited and dreadful for basketball season. We’ll see….