I'm so sleepy this morning and I have to get my butt in gear. Got to get to the school early to deliver my daughter's medicine to the nurse. Got to drop off the younger daughter in time to get to school and me to a meeting. Got work to do and as usual, laundry out the yin-yang. Yikes! Why does life always seem to get busier during the holiday season? For me, it's never about shopping craziness. I shop from home.
It seems like things just kind of explode in November and December leaving January to take a deep breath. By February, I'm usually SO ready for spring, but it doesn't come for at least another month. February is a necessary time for me to go away for a weekend (so we usually inflict my in-laws with a visit). I think part of it gets to be sunshine deprivation by that time, but it's also a kind of letdown after the holidays. Winter starts to feel far too long by February.
Working online and outside for the next few weeks--testing time has come up for the county's adult ESOL students which means going out to the schools with my little laptop and asking loads of questions to measure their progress. These guys are such hard workers! I bet they are relieved to have this session over for the holidays.
Somehow, if I don't get on this computer in the morning, I don't feel grounded. This is how set in my ways I've become at the grand age of 39. I don't feel that old, but my habits seem to point that way, don't they? Don't bug me until I've written SOMETHING! I wanted to do NanoWriMo this month, but there is just no way! Why do they have to hold that in November? Why not February when all I have is Valentine's Day and my daughter's birthday (which comes at the END of the month so it doesn't really count as February)?
Well, better get into the shower. No use offending everyone as I make my way through the business.
I'm glad I'm busy so long as I don't go insane(er). Staying inside all day long isn't healthy on a regular basis.
Peace, Love and Joy, Comrades!
May our new dog finally EAT today so I can worry less. And may she not barf in my winter coat again, especially when I don't notice it and actually put it on only to discover too late I've dressed in puke!
