The first two weeks of school are now over and I'm planning lessons and activities for the next two, or at least attempting to, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining! It's the career I chose and I'm well aware that the few hours (or way more if we're being honest, and if Pinterest time clocked counts) of time I take each weekend to prepare for the upcoming week will save me undo stress later; yet, I can't help feeling that I should be out on the trail behind my house running or biking, taking my neurotic dog for a stroll, or even washing the car.
My husband, if he were here instead of on business travel in Tokyo, would laugh if he saw me now. He knows me so well after 13 years. My Sunday p.j. days are sacrosanct. It's almost 2:00PM and I have been sitting by the computer on and off, sipping coffee and "doing" laundry and dishes (i.e. loading and unloading machines), since 9:00AM, minus another break to paint my toenails and slather on a facemask. I should have showered and readied for the day eons ago. Alright... you've caught me. I am NOT really stressed at all. I admit it. I love doing "school stuff!"
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