I have given up any pretense of writing through the week. No matter how much I plan to budget the time, no matter how many ideas I have half-formed, no matter how many pieces I have already written that just need smoothing with a word-processing emery board...I can't get anything done.
It's just like at school, when I think I'm all caught up, and somebody brings in a stack of completed work from a homebound student at the end of the day. Or first thing in the morning when somebody asks me to round up ten missing assignments from early in the quarter because a parent wants them done now. Or when I'm administering a state test, and nobody is watching my regular class because the substitute has been sent home.
Yes. That all happened within twenty-four hours. As did four blog posts and four sets of answered comments.
I'm firing on all cylinders, but still spinning my wheels.
6 comments:
Sounds like you're meeting yourself coming and going. Don't burn yourself out. Easy to say, I know.
I have that kind of week, too. Fell asleep on the couch at 6:30 last night,woke up--startled--at 8,
thinking it could be anytime...midnight? 2 in the morning.
I was also content, thinking the next day was Friday.
But alas, today is not Friday. It's only Wednesday.
Maybe they can put us up in ajoining bays?
You can only do so much. Go with it.
The weekend is coming, and you can write then about the crap going on now.
It all sounds like great blog fodder. Looking forward to hearing about what happened in that classroom and why the substitute teach was sent home.
Stephen,
I'm just in the smoldering stage right now.
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Sioux,
As long as your bay has the drop-down spider with a million babies hitching a ride to your wide-awake nightmare.
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Charlotte,
I'm beginning my journey of a thousand miles with a single step, putting my best foot forward, one foot after the other...
But I keep stumbling.
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Linda,
Yes. The cold shower I took by surprise this morning did not make my life any easier.
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Leenie,
Truth is stranger than fiction. And in my case, more entertaining.
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