Blarghety.
I'm tired, spaced-out and avoiding grading. What's new. I wonder what it's like to relax without thinking about what I'm supposed to be doing. My strong Puritan roots coming out in the DNA I guess. Actually, I don't know if there are any Puritans in my family history, but I know I have ancestors that go back to the Revolutionary War, so it's possible. I wouldn't be surprised, what with something hanging over my head in my head all the time. I think of it as my heritage, as much as the land stolen from the Apaches that we own in Southern AZ.
I admire Quakerism. I wonder... do Quakers have this whole youshouldbedoingsomethingusefulbecauseidlehandsarethedevil'sworkshop thing?
It's almost bedtime. I sent my children to get ready. They are currently content to be smacking each other with damp towels and rolling around knocking the clean laundry off my bed, but five minutes after bedtime they'll be howling to be read to. Then they'll lie in their beds and read to themselves. Older one, son, "Nononononoonono! I need to finish... just finish this... argh!" when I tell him to turn out the light at 9:30 or 10:00. Younger one, daughter, every two minutes: "Mom? What does f-r-i-e-n-d spell?.... Mom? What does s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e spell?" In order for me to get enough sleep and really have enough time to do everything in the morning, I should be asleep by 9. When do I get grown-up time? WTH? Go the frick to sleep!! Reading is grand and all, but come on.
And actually, I have an impossible amount of grading to do tonight.
In reality, I'm bragging because my kids are readers.
Also in reality, I'm going bonkers spelling words every three minutes at the end of a long day.
Can't win. They're awesome, and pushy and spoiled. And they just can't help it.
I'm tired, spaced-out and avoiding grading. What's new. I wonder what it's like to relax without thinking about what I'm supposed to be doing. My strong Puritan roots coming out in the DNA I guess. Actually, I don't know if there are any Puritans in my family history, but I know I have ancestors that go back to the Revolutionary War, so it's possible. I wouldn't be surprised, what with something hanging over my head in my head all the time. I think of it as my heritage, as much as the land stolen from the Apaches that we own in Southern AZ.
I admire Quakerism. I wonder... do Quakers have this whole youshouldbedoingsomethingusefulbecauseidlehandsarethedevil'sworkshop thing?
It's almost bedtime. I sent my children to get ready. They are currently content to be smacking each other with damp towels and rolling around knocking the clean laundry off my bed, but five minutes after bedtime they'll be howling to be read to. Then they'll lie in their beds and read to themselves. Older one, son, "Nononononoonono! I need to finish... just finish this... argh!" when I tell him to turn out the light at 9:30 or 10:00. Younger one, daughter, every two minutes: "Mom? What does f-r-i-e-n-d spell?.... Mom? What does s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e spell?" In order for me to get enough sleep and really have enough time to do everything in the morning, I should be asleep by 9. When do I get grown-up time? WTH? Go the frick to sleep!! Reading is grand and all, but come on.
And actually, I have an impossible amount of grading to do tonight.
In reality, I'm bragging because my kids are readers.
Also in reality, I'm going bonkers spelling words every three minutes at the end of a long day.
Can't win. They're awesome, and pushy and spoiled. And they just can't help it.
I'm glad you're still able to see the silver lining. Your kids are readers, and that makes it all better, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteYes... of course it does. Doesn't make me much less cranky, though. Just makes it hard to turn off the light when they're (very manipulatively and sincerely at the same time) howling "Noooooooo.... I'm reading! Reading is good for me!" I can't really win, but I do win. :)
Delete