Tuesday, December 2, 2008

mental fatigue

No full moon, no hormonal imbalance, no stressful deadlines looming, not even a significant change in the weather - yet the last two days I've been scattered.

Our neighbor's usually well-behaved dog bolted into my house yesterday as I was leaving for school. He raced through the entire downstairs, sniffing and dodging, until Rocky greeted him with raised hackles and a demonic growl.

This morning was spent with mourners; I didn't get into the shower until 30 minutes before I needed to be at work; I twittered around between my closet and the laundry room, deliberating over tights and shirts and shoes. Once I got to school, I boiled some water for tea and started it steeping, then proceeded to leave it in my office untouched for 6 [SIX] hours. And it didn't occur to me until 2:04 p.m. that I haven't shaved my armpits in a few days yet wore a short-sleeved sweater today.

Yesterday, I discovered a handful of my smoked almonds in various places on my classroom floor - first I was irritated because I like to eat them but not off the floor, and secondly because when the hell were people throwing my almonds around? Today I couldn't find a paper copy of the story I wanted for Creative Writing so had to search around for the book to read from; the bulb in my celebrated document camera burned out and suddenly I needed to show a dozen different documents; I nearly tripped over my beloved space heater three times and a crate of composition books twice.

There was goodness: I made amends with a student who left my class acrimoniously Monday; the young Anakin participated in a startlingly revealing fashion during discussions about Holden's mental state; a number of kids (admittedly under a bit of good-natured duress) selected poems to memorize for our Poetry Out Loud competition; 99% of the Creative Writing class listened intently to the story I read - and they generated a smart discussion afterward; our staff decided to have the gingerbread competition again.

After school I attended a 3-hour workshop which was helpful, my friend Vickie was there with me, and they provided some decent snacks, but it was still threeeee hours - while my best-husband-ever was home with the kids making dinner, driving to Scouts, and shopping at Costco. In my tired, inefficient stupor, I came home only to grab videos, drive to Blockbuster, realize I forgot one of the four we'd rented, decide whether to run home and get it (no), pick up a Sopranos and Chapter 27, drive down to Whole Foods for brie & a baguette, consider the merits of sourdough vs. whole wheat, consider the difference between four different kinds of brie-like cheeses.

Nothing I have done in the past two days is remotely heroic [or interesting]. But I am ready for Friday.

9 comments:

Janet said...

brie & a baguette...droooooool!

brandy101 said...

Being a mom, teacher, wife...those are ALL heroic!

Shana said...

Any excuse to go to Blockbuster as many times as possible...

~Swankymama said...

Sounds like the week I have had. But I lose my keys. Every. Day.

Geesh!!

Lisa Milton said...

Maybe it's just the beginning of the busier season, playing havoc on your nerves.

(When is the gingerbread house competition?)

Texan Mama @ Who Put Me In Charge said...

keep on fighting the good fight. Who knows? You might win!!! :-)

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Seriously? The teaching part? And the mothering part? And the other parts? Heroic.

Mrs. G. said...

You're almost there!

I find little piles of pretzels and pistachios around my house all the time. I put them down and never get back.

phd in yogurtry said...

sorry for your scattered week -- I wish I could hear young anakin's insights about Holden's condition. when I first read it, I didn't quite "get it". I loved the book, tho.

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