I had so much I WANTED to do this month, but life seems to have gotten in the way. Now it's parent conference time, and I have to spend two evenings this week at school. Oh, the payoff is that school is not in session on Friday. But that's the day of the science fair at the local junior college, and we always have entries. They give prize money, you know. And a scholarship. So I will be there from 7:30 until 4:00. Longer, even, than a regular school day.
Further flies in my ointment, bees in my bonnet, thorns in my side, pains in my patooty, kicks in my head, objects stuck in my craw, and rain on my parade, are the following:
Hick's knee surgery and convalescence
The Pony's recent illness and subsequent medical appointment
Tax time looming
It's not that these items aren't worthy of my attention. They are good causes. But they have kept me from doing things I'd RATHER be doing. Like whipping some submissions into shape, and actually submitting them. That loss of an hour to spring ahead did not help matters. I can do a lot in an hour. Like type up four blog posts. I'm not saying they're GOOD blog posts. But they're posts.
I could probably eliminate chair napping. But that would cut into my five hours a night. And I kind of need my rest. Only yesterday, a colleague asked if I was sick. I don't hold it against her. She's known for asking chubby women if they're pregnant, inquiring after people's dead relatives, and complimenting young girls on their Halloween costume mustaches. Which are, at times, merely a manifestation of a facial hair issue.
Something's gotta give. I'm going to broach the subject with a game of family Would You Rather. My first question? Would you rather eat off dirty plates, or wear dirty clothes?