***Linking up with Heather of the EO today for Just Write. Because I need to just write.***
I can’t keep up with anything. Nothing. I can’t even manage three blog posts in a week, let alone reading anyone else’s blog. I miss it terribly.
I like to have my lesson plans done at least one week in advance; right now I’m lucky if I am two days ahead. I’m not the type to make copies the day of an assignment but that’s what I’m doing.
I like to bake and make meals on the weekends in order to make eating healthy easier on us all; right now I’m lucky if we don’t eat frozen pizza every night for dinner. And laundry? That’s just hilarious if you think I’ve kept up with laundry. It’s clean, mostly, but it’s certainly not folded or put away. The house? Yeah, that’s not clean either.
I’ve been terrible about reading books to the kids at night and that’s one of our favorite things to do. Mostly because I’m so tired that I’d rather just let them play video games or watch TV, but sometimes it’s because I have homework or lesson plans or grading to do. Did I mention I’m taking a class right now? Where the professor typically gives us at least five lengthy, graduate-level articles to read and reflect on each week along with an activity and a semester-long project that we’re supposed to be working on? I’ve never been a last-minute gal, but last week my homework was done at 5 p.m. on a Saturday and it was due at midnight. Phew. Most nights, I’d love nothing more than to curl up under the covers and read with the kids, but lately I’ve been sacrificing it to allow myself more time to get stuff done before I feel like I’m going to collapse.
I worked out after school today, picked up Olivia from her after school group, went to Gabe’s soccer game, came home and fed everyone a crappy dinner of leftovers (for us) and pizza (for the kids) and then retreated to my bedroom to work on homework. Matthew came in before bed and jumped on top of me and my computer and gave me a hug and a kiss. I savored it. But it made me feel sooooo guilty. Clearly I hadn’t spent enough time with him today and he was feeling it. I hate that feeling. But I’m stretched so thin, I’m not sure what else I can do.
I know I’m not the only one who feels this way which is why I’m sending this out into the void. It makes us all feel better to know we’re not alone, right?