Waning

Rrrrrr . . . I feel like a fluffy, lazy old dog rolling over after a too long sleep.

I'm here at Starbucks to sit myself down and plan, to prepare, to woman up for going back to pounding the pavement on Monday, but aauugh . . . it's slippery and drippery and sticky and icky. I want to tiptoe around it. I want to flee across the border into the sunflower-filled land where things go my way.

I have to stop this. I have to put my foot down and say "Eat your mushy vegetables!" to me. I have to tug on my foot to bring my helium-filled head out of the clouds of conjecture and back down to the gravel road. I have to stop hoping things are going to fall into my lap. I have to stop wishing that a dapper, coffee-caramel man is going to wake up one day and come riding to my rescue. I must learn the lesson of object permanence over again. Just because I can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Okay, a wee bit of credit: I finished grading (and recording) tests last night (with help). I did go through and assign professional development credit to students from my other Spanish class this morning (which takes longer than one would suppose). Baby steps. Baby steps.

Onward.