Remember back at the beginning of the semester when I couldn't wait for all the writing time I would have on my day's off from teaching, you know, while Kiddo was in school? Wasn't that ADORABLE? I am nearly thirty-eight years old, and yet I somehow didn't see the schedule onslaught coming. Tuesdays and Thursday are my "off days," my days with no scheduled classes. So what am I doing besides writing on those two, long, glorious days? Let's see...
Every single doctor's appointment that I ever have has to be on Tuesday or Thursday because my school schedule interferes on the other days. Thursday morning/afternoons I spend helping out in Kiddo's classroom at school. Every Thursday. I thought the whole idea was for me to get a break from kids. (Wasn't that an adorable assumption, as well?) One Thursday a month, I get to go to a literary lunch at school, which is nice, but it's also me not writing. Either way, both events end with me hauling ass to Kiddo's school to be first in car line (a separate post in itself) so that we can go to gymnastics (my own baptism by fire in the uncharted waters --for me-- of forced conversation with mom strangers.)
So that leaves the occasional Tuesday when I don't have anything scheduled. (Every other Tuesday, I am interrupted by the cleaners, but that's a bit of a first world problem, isn't it? Well, let's be honest, this whole rant is.) Tomorrow should be an unscheduled Tuesday (mostly), but I kind of want to cry when I think about the rest of the week, about all the writing I'm not doing. Oh well, I'll figure it out, you know, about the time the semester ends.
Anyway, the above is why I've disappeared from blogging much lately. It's difficult for me to even collect my thoughts enough to put words down for a quick update. I'm afraid my rare profound thought/comment is reserved for my students (they're probably still waiting for me to come up with something.) School is going relatively well. Freshmen are still freshmen, and I still could really use a scheduled nap.
On the good, good news front. I got a cold a couple of weeks ago! How is that good news, you ask? Well, the good news is that I got a regular old run-of-the-mill cold that remained exactly that, ran it's course, and then went about it's merry way infecting all I came into contact with. It did not turn into bronchitis or pneumonia. There were no ambulances or steroids or stern lectures about staying hydrated. Just a cold that my immune system (and lungs) dealt with in a very routine way. It was just so incredibly normal and mundane and like everybody else. As far as colds go, it was nice.
On the best news ever front, fall break is coming, and I'm off while Kiddo has to slog away at kindergarten. I am determined to get something done besides reading/grading papers during the break (and I don't mean housework/organization projects!).
This picture has nothing to do with my post. Just including it because it's Kiddo's, and it's awesome.