You know what sucks about four-day weeks?
Tuesday is basically a glorified Monday.
So instead of being Tuesday, it’s Monuesday and just weird. And the rest of the week feels all rushed and jam-packed because you’re trying to cram five days worth of work into four and your husband is noisily eating a popsicle on the couch next to you and derailing your train of thought at warp speed.
(The latter is actually happening as I write. Perhaps I should swill more of my Miller Lite so as to block out the sound and focus. Though I think the Miller Lite would inhibit the focusing as that is my general experience…but I’m totally getting off track, aren’t I?)
Today was looooooong. And I’m glad it’s over. Glad, I tell you.
I got up at my usual 6:00 a.m and showered (and remembered to bathe) and packed the lunches and the car and made the coffee mugS (plural, because it takes more than one to make it through the morning) and woke up the boy and got him dressed and loaded into the car and then we were out of the driveway by 7:05 a.m.
And then I remembered that I had a conference today.
So I just walked in the door about 40 minutes ago.
To say today was long might be an understatement.
Work. Parent conference. Teach five classes (starting a new novel in two, continuing a play in three others). Dr. Appt. phone call. Be really, really annoyed at so-called Christians who use the Bible to spread their hatred. Socialize with other teachers during part of lunch period. Burn popcorn that is lunch. Go to guard practice (in the hot sun on the hot pavement) and get frustrated with girls for not getting it yet. Go get Joshua. Leave keys for school at daycare. Go to Wendy’s. Feel guilty about the weight loss that I’m not furthering by eating a Spicy Chicken Sandwich-No Tomato-and fries. Entertain child until husband gets to school. Love on him and squeeze on him and eat up his cuteness. Talk about day to husband. Straighten up classroom. Greet parents. Talk to parents. Check and send email. Talk to more parents. Finally get to leave. Struggle to find emergency brake in truck in heels. Curse. Find emergency break. Drive home. Walk in door. Collapse on loveseat to remove ridiculous heels. Grab beer. Change clothes. Ahhhhhhh.
Are you tired reading that? Because I’m tired reading that.
There has been little to no time for blogging today and I have THREE topics in my head. THREE. That’s like, three more than I usually have, y’all.
I need a day off.
(Also, I promise this isn’t me just attempting to beef up my numbers [okay, maybe it sort of is] but I’d like to know if my Facebook “Like” button is working, so if you could “Like” me, you’d make me feel like less of a tired FAIL. Okay? Cool. Love to you all.)