I was feeling so awesome about everything last week, when all my work was done the day before it was due (translation, lesson plans, etc.), I was cooking dinner, making cookies, and even getting a ridiculous amount of sleep. I even worked on my THESIS. Seriously. I was ROCKING last week, and I was going to sail through the whole semester as grad-student/teacher/wife/runner/dog-owner extraordinaire. I would be like Superwoman, only BETTER.
Flash forward to the wee hours of this Tuesday morning when I was still up making lesson plans and hadn't even STARTED my homework for class on Tuesday afternoon. I was wondering why I felt so behind this week, when I had felt so awesome last week. And then it struck me: last week, I had a three-day weekend because it was Labor Day. And THAT is the only way that I got everything done.
So. Moral of the story: I could totally get all my work done and be a functioning adult if all of my weekends were three days long. Alas. Since my weekends are not, however, three days long, I think I'm going to have to settle for "flying by the seat of my pants," and simply congratulating myself on the fact that I made it through another day. And trying to convince myself that getting all my work done and being a functioning adult is overrated. Ahem.
Today, however, was a slightly different day. Tonight I had parents' night at school, which meant that I had to stand up in front of all the seventh grade parents and talk about the class I'm teaching/why their daughters should take Latin next year. Nervous doesn't really begin to describe it. However! It went well, I met some really nice parents, and I made it home. Let us all rejoice.
Preston knew how nervous I was about this night, and when I came home, he had the third season of The Big Bang Theory ready to go on the DVD player, and had water already boiling so that I could make hot chocolate. He is the best. And with that, now I'm going to change out of this outfit (UGH strapless bras, WHY DO YOU EXIST?), slide into my pajamas, and sit on the couch with Preston, the pups, hot chocolate, and a new season of The Big Bang Theory. A pretty good way to celebrate the fact that I made it through the day, if I do say so myself.
You also LOOK precious, I might add...in an "I'm a grownup teacher person" kind of way:)
ReplyDeleteI'm sure your ability to "get shit done" will return just when you think it never will--it always does:)
xoxo
Your teacher outfits are SO ADORABLE. Just so you know. (I mean, no, I'm totally not spending my first semester as a Ph.D student obsessing about my outfit every day...not me! I am all brains all the time!)
ReplyDeleteAlso, I hope to God "making it through another day" is an appropriate way to survive classes, because I am ALREADY so far behind.
ReplyDeleteMy grad school mantra was "it gets done. it always does." You are doing awesome!! If it makes you feel any better, I have resigned myself to picking one chore to do every night and if that get accomplished it was a productive night. baby steps :)
ReplyDeleteArgh, I totally hear you - I'm already behind and my term doesn't start for 3 1/2 more weeks (UGH). I've been trying to bribe myself into keeping on track - "If I read 5 poems of Propertius I can have ice cream after dinner," "If I finish this essay I can have a glass of wine after seminar," etc. This has had limited success so far because I don't usually ahve the willpower to deny myself the reward when I don't finish the task. Sigh.
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