Friday, November 16, 2012


Oh, man. It's not time yet, but when it is, this.

Excuse the language-- hear the message.

Doing the math

I overcommitted. It's late in the game to realize that, but there it is.

So.

I've got 21 papers to grade by Sunday night. That's not bad. What bothers me is that I will have 29 papers to "re-grade" by Wednesday night before Thanksgiving.

Then I will grade 29 new papers on November 30, and they MUST be turned around by December 4. THEN I will regrade those papers after they've been written between December 8 and December 15.

Add to that 5 more papers for the projects at another school = no life.

I cannot freaking wait for December 21. All grades must be in by then. My life begings again that day.

I will bake, clean, sleep, and watch silly videos. I will catch up on TV and read books, books, books.

It's about a month away... I can do this.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Debilitating

Dear Me,

When you are feeling overwhelmed and exhausted and behind on EVERYthing, try to remember that you feel this way only because you have a husband who genuinely likes spending lots of time with you; kids who want to tell you everything that's going on in their lives and ask your advice; coworkers who want to call you friend and ask your opinion on their projects; and a job where the demand is in direct proportion to how fulfilling it is.

Yeah, remember that as you fall into bed at 11 pm, unprepared for your evaluation with your department chair tomorrow, behind in your course and your grading, and feeling like you didn't give enough attention to your family.

And then remember that Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and then Christmas and those sweet, sweet 3 weeks of vacation filled with family and reading and relaxing.

You got this.

Love, Me.


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

birthday

Best. Birthday. EVER. No, seriously. My husband literally spent 1200 dollars on real jewelry for me-- a wrap for my solitaire, 1/3 karot (this is how Mike told me to spell. I KNEW it was wrong. It's carat or karat, darling.) CERTIFIED princess cut diamond earrings, AND an 1/8 round solitaire for my cartilage on the left ear.

ALSO. A sterling silver chain with a beautiful designed created sapphire and little white created sapphires... lovely.

And my husband said I should definitely get a tattoo because that would HOT. So. I'm thinking maybe on my foot... a line of poetry. Suggestions welcome. And I'd LOVE to get my sons' names and their birthdays on the inside of my wrist.

Life is so good. Chocolate cake, candles, just the best birthday I honestly think I've ever had.

Forty looks just fine.


My son says this makes me look like a zombie... I guess I can see that.



Friday, November 2, 2012

This is...

This is what happens: You collect 44 papers, and you create your presentations and you do NOTHING. ELSE. Except maybe spend time with the husband who is telling you that you never spend time with him. And maybe spend time with your kids too, because you actually do enjoy spending time with the husband and the boys.

But you do NOTHING ELSE. No blogging, no tumblring, no... nothing.

And it seems to have started an avalanche of nothing, because I'm just answering student emails, working in the writing center, spending time with the family, and collecting more papers... no writing happens. NONE.

And it's freaking Nanowrimo, and I was going to participate in my own bastardized version of it-- 1,000 words a day on the WIP and one blog and/or tumblr every other day.

It's not too late... right? After all, I have the day off today, and I WILL grade 6 papers today, but I can also write a little before I do laundry, fold clothes, and hang with the husband and son. (Other son, older son, is at Grandma and Grandpa's.)

Younger son is starting a new school on MONDAY. So psyched about this. He visited and LOVED it! He is my hero for so many reasons, this is just the latest one.

I will now WRITE, darn it.