I haven't had much blog material lately. Mostly because I would be writing the same post every day. The same things you've probably read here, oh, at least a dozen times before.
Life is soooo busy. I'm stressed out of my mind. The laundry isn't caught up. My house is a wreck. I haven't cleaned the bathroom in over a month. Becks is still terrible-two-ish (and very sweet at times too!). I can't believe how fast the year has gone by. School is running me dry. Grad school is a load of busy work. I am tired, tired, tired. Etcetera. Etcetera.
Sound familiar?
Sometimes I wonder if being busy is a blessing or a curse. Because I usually thrive when I'm most busy. I budget my time more wisely, I think better on my feet, and feel most creative when it's crunch time.
But this busy - the kind of busy where I do stupid things like forget to complete the application for a grad school class that is, gulp, due tomorrow - this busy is anxiety-inducing and not-so-much inspiring. I am drained.
I wish I could add about four additional weekends in the month of December just so I have time to enjoy the season and still find the time to create Christmas-themed units for my classroom and holiday shop and find the time to make a homemade pumpkin pie because I've never made one in my life.
But, again, this busy-ness is nothing new. It's a season in our lives. And, admittedly, if I were speaking in terms of semesters, this one really has gone by quickly. What was once August is now December. Crazy.
Stop and smell the poinsettias, anyone?
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