I went to bed half an hour late but was so full of Monday and school year start energy that I did all the things anyway. I even opened my manuscript before breakfast and proofread three chapters. My head felt like it was about to implode afterwards but yoga and meditation helped.
While my husband and I talked after breakfast I tackled the buttons on the striped cardigan and – taddaa! – I sewed them all on:
Only two more to go. Cardigans, that is, not buttons. That took a bit of time and then I sweeped the kitchen, did the dishes, changed the BRITA filter, descaled the electric kettle and researched the proper dose of my new estrogen spray which made me very late for my walk/run. I felt as if my legs were made of lead. I still did it, though:
Since I was so late my husband had eaten lunch without me. After lunch I took a short break and then I had to hunt for clean underwear before taking my shower.
In between I tried watching some of the course videos for the planning thing I’m doing but didn’t get very far. My first student was ten minutes early. The second and third didn’t show. The fourth and fifth showed up and the last one canceled.
The reason for all those no-shows was that school only starts today, not yesterday. But because at regular school the teachers need to go in and work that day and because otherwise the Monday students have one less lesson that month my husband decided decades ago to teach that day, so that’s what we do.
I ate dinner, I watched the course videos and did the homework (yeah me, I even did the dreaded vision board). I started this post, was unsure about doing the dishes (the boy had so many plates upstairs that he had to wash one so he could eat lunch, then he took them all down after), spent some time on iPad games, did the dishes after all, very sad to not watching C-drama and went to bed.
Teaching is pretty exhausting but I guess I’ll get used to it again. I always do.
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