Saturday, February 5, 2011

Two down, four to go.

My schedule at the moment is a little bit crazy, crazier even than usual. I am currently subbing every morning, first period, for William's English class. His teacher is on maternity leave for six weeks; her other classes are covered, but they needed someone for that particular class. Since it was William's class and since they were scheduled to read The Scarlet Pimpernel, I agreed to do it.

I am enjoying the class - I know this class pretty well since it is William's class and I was their Language Arts teacher two years ago. They certainly have a distinctive personality, but I love them.

It does make for more planning, more grading, and toughest of all, getting four or five of us out the door at 7:40 a.m., fully clothed and equipped with lunches, snow pants, and books.

Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I get four of us to school and come home right after my class (unless I have agreed to sub for someone else or have play practice with the 5th graders). So those are my days to plan, grade, clean, grocery shop, etc.

Tuesday and Thursday, five of us, including Sam, get out the door and are gone all day.

Then most days either basketball or music lessons or both come up in the afternoon/early evening. And healthy, nutritious meals in there somewhere (corndogs count as healthy, right?).

I do this sort of thing to myself about once a year. I seem to feel like life is getting too easy and so I take on something more to really make me stress out. Then, when it's done, I can feel like I really accomplished something. I guess. I'm not really sure what motivates me to do these things. At the very least, it makes me appreciate the less hectic times.

Can someone explain this psychological phenomenon?

The saddest thing is that I know there are other women who operate at this frenetic pace all. the. time. I'm thankful to know that this is a relatively short amount of time for me.

So, now I have four more weeks to go and at the end, I have spring break awaiting me. It's faint, but I'm beginning to see a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.

1 comment:

  1. I would have to say that "accomplishing" something is such a triumph! Household jobs never seem "done" or "finished" laundry is never really done...or dishes...or rooms don't "stay tidy"...feeling like you finished something?...I would have to say I miss!