so tired
It has been a long and tiring week, but a good one, I guess. Last Friday I worked at school until six, came home, had a late dinner, and pretty much went to bed.
That was more or less the last time I had a break until, like...yesterday.
Over the weekend, Mary Kate and Michael and Kim and I descended on my parents' house to paint their living room, dining room, and kitchen. The house at Tracey Lane has existed in an embarrassing state of decreptitude since--well, basically forever--and we saw this one opportunity to get a little work done while Sean was still away (more on that another time).
Of course, painting also meant stripping wallpaper. And you know what? Screw the guy who invented wallpaper. I mean, what BLITHERING DUMBASS came up with it. If only John D. Wallpaper had been assassinated before his namesake invention swept the globe. Yes, let's slather freaking paste all over the walls. Excellent idea. I mean, maybe in olden times paint was hard to come by, and it was easier to glue floral patterns to your walls. Just a hypothesis. If that's the case, you get a pass, nineteenth-century homeowners. But once paint became accessible, WHO WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO KEEP USING WALLPAPER. Then again, if people had eschewed wallpaper earlier, there would probably be just that much more lead paint to go around, so I guess there's no sense complaining. In any case, we spent all of Saturday, until about midnight, only peeling paper and scraping glue from drywall.
Then we slept and came back the next day to paint. All day our parents were like, "You don't mean to finish today, do you?" And we said, "Yes, we do, and no stopping until it's done." Exhausted, delirious from fumes, serenaded by Alexa, we finished at about one-thirty in the morning. Kim and I got home at two-thirty, and then I got up at six-thirty for school. I stayed at school til five, headed to Elma, and worked there until nine.
Tuesday I had to be up early to sub at Pioneer High School. I came home, napped for about an hour, then drove all the way back to Eden for Math Game Night, where I dodged projectiles to calliope music in the name of basic arithmetic. Got home about nine, went to bed.
Wednesday was my "half day" at Eden, so of course I worked from about eight until six. Once again, basically just came home, ate dinner, and went to bed.
Thursday was Pioneer High School again, although this time I had no further obligations after school, so I went home and crashed.
Friday was sort of a professional development day at Eden, and I wasn't required to stay past eleven-thirty, so I worked until four and then put in an appearance at the Armor Inn happy hour with a few colleagues. I didn't really want to, but I thought it would make me a quote-unquote team player. Then I came home and, again, basically collapsed.
Finally, today was my biweekly Saturday shift at Elma, which is reliably a drag. Still rubbery with fatigue, I more or less stood in one spot for six hours, minus the time spent schlepping books and shelving units out of the way so some contractor can tear up the floor and work on the septic line next week.
Tomorrow will be my first somewhat non-working day since...well, I don't know when, and I don't mean to say I'm a hard-working hero, just that I'm plumb tired. Is it April break yet? Is it?
That was more or less the last time I had a break until, like...yesterday.
Over the weekend, Mary Kate and Michael and Kim and I descended on my parents' house to paint their living room, dining room, and kitchen. The house at Tracey Lane has existed in an embarrassing state of decreptitude since--well, basically forever--and we saw this one opportunity to get a little work done while Sean was still away (more on that another time).
Of course, painting also meant stripping wallpaper. And you know what? Screw the guy who invented wallpaper. I mean, what BLITHERING DUMBASS came up with it. If only John D. Wallpaper had been assassinated before his namesake invention swept the globe. Yes, let's slather freaking paste all over the walls. Excellent idea. I mean, maybe in olden times paint was hard to come by, and it was easier to glue floral patterns to your walls. Just a hypothesis. If that's the case, you get a pass, nineteenth-century homeowners. But once paint became accessible, WHO WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO KEEP USING WALLPAPER. Then again, if people had eschewed wallpaper earlier, there would probably be just that much more lead paint to go around, so I guess there's no sense complaining. In any case, we spent all of Saturday, until about midnight, only peeling paper and scraping glue from drywall.
Then we slept and came back the next day to paint. All day our parents were like, "You don't mean to finish today, do you?" And we said, "Yes, we do, and no stopping until it's done." Exhausted, delirious from fumes, serenaded by Alexa, we finished at about one-thirty in the morning. Kim and I got home at two-thirty, and then I got up at six-thirty for school. I stayed at school til five, headed to Elma, and worked there until nine.
Tuesday I had to be up early to sub at Pioneer High School. I came home, napped for about an hour, then drove all the way back to Eden for Math Game Night, where I dodged projectiles to calliope music in the name of basic arithmetic. Got home about nine, went to bed.
Wednesday was my "half day" at Eden, so of course I worked from about eight until six. Once again, basically just came home, ate dinner, and went to bed.
Thursday was Pioneer High School again, although this time I had no further obligations after school, so I went home and crashed.
Friday was sort of a professional development day at Eden, and I wasn't required to stay past eleven-thirty, so I worked until four and then put in an appearance at the Armor Inn happy hour with a few colleagues. I didn't really want to, but I thought it would make me a quote-unquote team player. Then I came home and, again, basically collapsed.
Finally, today was my biweekly Saturday shift at Elma, which is reliably a drag. Still rubbery with fatigue, I more or less stood in one spot for six hours, minus the time spent schlepping books and shelving units out of the way so some contractor can tear up the floor and work on the septic line next week.
Tomorrow will be my first somewhat non-working day since...well, I don't know when, and I don't mean to say I'm a hard-working hero, just that I'm plumb tired. Is it April break yet? Is it?