Thursday, May 24, 2012

This is what tired feels like

I have never been this tired.   I remember the good ole days when I'd get out of bed at 4:30, have the house clean and shiny by 6.   Meet my neighborhood walking buddy, Cindy, and we'd have walking therapy.  Walk and talk.  Walk and talk.  Oh yes, the good ole days.

This morning I could barely open my eyes when the alarm annoyingly worked.  Why does that thing always work?  Even then I didn't get out of bed.  I just turned it off, rolled over, and tried to talk myself into getting up.  It doesn't help that the weather is warm and muggy and I have nothing comfortable to wear  (see yesterday.  Read and repeat)

Someone at work yesterday told me that your body is designed for sprints, not marathons.   Teachers sign up for a marathon.  There is no stopping until the end.  I went to college for this?

Two more days this week and three days next week.  I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

In other news, how about that Phillip Phillips last night on American Idol.  He's a cutie for sure.  I wonder what makes parents name their child a name like that.  In high school I knew a boy named Patrick Patrick.

The Engineer called out American History study guide questions to I.T. girl last night.  As I listened to them I marveled at so many things that I missed in the 90s.  And the U.S. Presidents?  She can list them and their running mates PLUS the candidates that ran against them.  More than once I found myself thinking, "oh yea, I remember that guy."
Now where did I put my glasses?

We ran out of coffee yesterday.  So I went through the Starbucks drive thru to buy a pound.  I used a gift card.  Is that lazy?  Just so I wouldn't be too, too embarrassed at my own slothness I ordered a strawberry and creme frappuccino for Dancer Girl. Delicious.  And, I'm sure, a zillion billion calories.

Ironman and I.T. girl drove to Arkansas yesterday for passports.   They are joining a group from our church this summer traveling to Guatemala for the grand opening of a summer camp for children.   The passport facility there is able to expedite the issuance of passports.  They needed them by May 31.

And so another day begins.  I shared my secret with another teacher a few days ago.  And yesterday she told me she had crossed over to the dark side.  Here it is:  I only have to make it for the next 20 minutes.  I can do it.  

I always make it.  Then I take a deep breath and begin the next 20 minute block.

And so on, and so on, and so on.

See you tomorrow.


  1. I like your twenty-minute strategy. I'm going to remember to use it today when things get hectic/frustrating with the kids.

    1. Things are going to get hectic and frustrating. I can't change that. Or prevent it. All I can do is take a deep breath, realize it's not really the end of the world (although it feels like it is sometimes) and see the humor in it all. 20 minutes at a time

  2. I stopped watching American Idol when Simon left. And, like Dana, I also like your 20 minute strategy :)

    1. Here's a funny thing, this year when they were introducing "last year's American Idol Winner"......... we all looked at each other in silence. No one could remember who that was! Ha We watch the elimination show and as soon as they are gone we never think about it again.

  3. I don't think my body does sprints OR marathons :-)

    The end of the year is near! You'll make it, 20 minutes at a time.

    1. My body does limps. :) But yes, we are all going to make it. I need to apply this 20 minutes strategy to my eating. Today was better, but the last couple of weeks have been crazy!