Homework panic!
Amazingly, me. Not the kids.
It was midsummer break in my grad program. We had the week of the Fourth off. I looked at my online course assignments, then blissfully went to Hot Springs and crashed at the in-laws' place.
We came back. I dove into work. I finished one project.
The other, I would have sworn, was due on Saturday at midnight. But Friday night, after doing laundry and dinner and chasing kids off to bed, something niggled in my brain. I booted up the computer. Looked at one class. Nope, I was good in that one. Looked at the other class.
Dang. Due at midnight Friday. As in, 2 hours and 40 minutes away.
I somehow managed to pull together a short story in record time, and post it with about 20 minutes to spare.
I hereby promise to cut my kids one night of slack when they forget a homework assignment this fall. Humbled, thy name is Mommy-Tracked.
Glug.
Homework has got me down. Thank goodness I'll only have three classes left after this, and none will be online. I'm tired of writing.
Very tired for this former Red Fed
I'm back from
Girls State. I only did four newspapers in two days. Whew.
I pulled off a newspaper with several 17- and 18-year-olds from across Missouri as we covered the creation of democracy, building it from the wards on up to the state level, with the final announcement of our Senators who will go to Girls Nation next month.
No clue how some of those women (some much older than I am) manage to pull off that schedule for seven days. I'm wiped.
It was inspirational. It was fun. It was exhausting.
I might even go back next year and do it again.
Bugs.
We've been invaded by ants for weeks because of all the rain. So we've got ant traps everywhere. We'd spray, but it isn't dry enough long enough to be able to spray.
A new menace cropped up this week. Lice. Blech. One of the kids was infested at the Y camp. We caught it early (bless you Terri, my hairstylist who spotted them).
So, insecticide and combing. And laundry. And more laundry.
I hate bugs.
Tired. So. Very. Tired.
I don't even understand why.
We did our annual staff retreat yesterday, and while it was sitting in a conference room, it was a conference room that looked out on a lake. I watched Great Blue Herons fish while I was half-listening. We went for a walk during a break.
It's not like I had a hard day. Yes, I worked out for a bit after work. I took the kids to swim lessons and read grad school stuff while I was there. None of it was what might be termed "exhausting."
I guess once I arrived home and finished making dinner, then did a few loads of laundry, flipped and vacuumed our mattress, okay, yes, that was physical labor. Again, not really out of the norm.
Yet when I woke up this morning, I was wiped out. So were all of my co-workers. We can't figure it out. It wasn't really hard, what any of us did yesterday. Yet we are all walking zombies today.
I have to slog through one more interview and one more meeting, then grocery shop, get the kids, go home, make dinner, get through piano lessons, finish laundry and maybe finish a proofing project. That's all more exhausting that yesterday was, as a whole.
Just strange.
Surfacing, then sinking
Sorry, we went on a longish vacation after grades came in, and hubby and I made it a point not to do ANYTHING. No computer. No news. Just slugging around, swimming, golfing, running (okay, well, me running), and relaxing.
It was wonderful.
Sadly, I'm back at work. Classes start tomorrow. We're carpooling, so that means that I'm stuck downtown longer than usual. On the upside, this forces me to actually make time to work out at the Y. On the downside, no one in this family eats dinner until after 7.
The next few weeks are busy. Beyond work and coursework, I have a freelance story to finish, a consulting gig to do, and I'm helping out at
Missouri Girls State. I'm an alum, Crowder City 1993. I finally live close enough -- and have kids old enough to leave behind for a few days -- to help out.
So I'll post. Just not as frequently as usual (not that it was that frequent).
Enjoy the summer, folks!
4.0, baby!
Grades are in.
Seven classes down.
4.0 average.
Five to go.
My brain is mush. It really needs to get back into shape by next Friday night, when my short-term course starts.
Thankfully, we'll be on a short vacation at the in-law's place soon. I need the easy access to running trails, coffee, and wine.
If all goes well, by this time next year, y'all will have to call me Master Mommy-Tracked. ;)
