Tired
The thing that's really hard is being so tired.
I am not...NOT...used to getting up at 5:45 a.m. Nor am I used to sitting in traffic, nearly nodding off while listening to WGN and wishing there were some sort of catwalk between the school and my house.
After school I stop at home to change before going to get Quinn at my mom's house. My house is on the way, and Quinn sleeps until about 4:30 anyway, so it's nice to get out of restrictive teacher clothing and back into my mommy-wear ASAP. Then I have to drive waaaay across town to Andy's office to switch cars so I can have the one with the car seat, then double back and go to my mom's. I wake Quinn up. Let her dance and frolic around Grandma's house some more. Clean up after her. Collect her stuff. Herd her out the door and into the car. Then drive back across town to our house.
Today my mom sent us home with a fully cooked roasted chicken. When we got home at 5:00, I put it in the oven on low, opened a box of Rice-a-Roni, and then just collapsed on the couch. I was DEAD TIRED. I'd had enough of driving in the afternoon sun, through traffic, through construction, through town, and I'd been up almost 12 hours already with only 6 hours of sleep the night before because I'd been doing lesson plans. I WAS DONE.
I offered to put on Quinn's new favorite show while we waited for Andy to get home and for me to gather strength to make a box of damn Rice-A-Roni. Quinn asked to lie on the couch with me, so we got under the chenille throw and I passed out while she lay there and watched Jo Jo.
I don't think she's snuggled with me for so long since she was unable to crawl away from me. She must miss me during the day...which kind of makes me feel bad...
Andy came home eventually, started up another Jo Jo, and made dinner for us while we lay on the couch. He is a saintly man, a king among men.
Tomorrow I am going to break down and ask the other freshman English teachers if I can mooch some of their lesson plans. The curriculum is different than the last time I taught the class, and I just don't have it in me to create a new unit. Not when I have three other preps to worry about.
The good news is, Amy S-P, that the faculty room is now huge and has ITS OWN BATHROOM! No more peeing with the students! My God, how I enjoy that amenity!!!
Peeing with your students: wrong wrong WRONG. All sorts of wrong.
Posted by Amy at September 22, 2004 10:26 PM
IT'S ABOUT TIME they actually made a faculty potty!! I mean, literally, I would not pee all day because of that. So, when I need a new kidney in a few years, I will be sending the bill to One Carmel Pkwy. Yes I will.
You are reminding me that I don't miss that level of exhaustion. Not one bit. But I do miss the happy days...
I am entertained by your antics. Good God, you should mooch off plans of everyone in the building. What are you THINKING?
I don't believe that my first time commenting on your site is going to be about bathrooms, but here I am. (Longtime reader, love your journal, etc.)
My school doesn't have dedicated faculty bathrooms either, but since it's an elementary school that's sometimes a lot of fun since kindergarteners like to engage in a lot of self-talk while they use the toilet. It took me a long time to get used to the little whispers coming from either side of me as I did my business. Plus, I bet high schoolers are too savvy to realize that whoever's in the teacher stall can hear them while they chat at the sinks, so the eavesdropping opportunities probably weren't as rich.
