Turns out this week is no joke. I left at 8:30 Monday morning and got home at 10:30 from a cheer board meeting. On average I get 5-10 emails a day from students between both schools. Yesterday, I counted 32 , most of which had tasks associated with them and did not include multiple responses. Now today is the first teach nine hours of class in one day attempt. And a tenured professor, whom I have not met, will be in one class for this semester's teaching observation. Then I will have three stacks of papers and two stacks of tests to grade.
But the late nights had one benefit, I got to be outside at 12:30am and catch the lunar eclipse.
Sean and the dogs laying around for a few minutes while I wrote the menu and grocery list this weekend.
This upcoming week has loomed on the calendar for about a month and a half now.
First, it is cheer try-outs for Mac...who stresses out about doing his best. He has been talking non-stop about every aspect of this week, the requirements and his goals.
Also tomorrow I start teaching a fifth class for the semester, an eight week course at the community college. It will be three hours twice a week, which means on Monday I go straight from 9:30am until 7pm. Wednesday I will have a couple hour break between my two morning classes, but then I will teach two three hour classes in a row, 3:45pm until 10pm. This schedule goes for the next four weeks until my classes end at the state college, then I will have four more weeks of the semester at the community college. A month seemed possible at the time I said yes. Now that it's the night before, it's a little scary.
I guess I might stress out about doing my best too. I must have inherited it from Mac.
When I shared photos of the little baby shower lunch I hosted a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned the original theme was sprinkles. Since scheduling it was a surprise I sent out one invitation to the guest of honor. I made a shaker box full of sprinkles and sent it off in the mail. My mom asked me about the card a few days later. She was curious if I had used sprinkles in it. I was puzzled (and likely snotty) when I said, "Yes, of course". Turns out they were pulverized by the time they arrived.
My mom kindly suggested, in the future, I write "please hand cancel" like she does on delicate mail. Lesson learned.