LJ is for Whining, Yes?
About a third of the way through Leonardo the Terrible Monster Mo Willems proves once and for all that he is not only made of awesome*, but is a master at conveying visceral emotion through simple text and pictures:
That right there? That was me on the drive into work this morning. (The boy, not the monster.) Complete with tears and a nice looooooooong list of all the different ways in which I completely suck. (Don't worry. I'll spare you that part of the whining.)
*sigh*
I should have known this was coming. Long weekend full of fun and anticipation and social anxiety followed by coming back to tons of new responsibilities at work will always equal one very grumpy and scatterbrained jennygadget by the end of the week.
*doublesigh*
But one of the things about having grown up with undiagnosed ADD** is that the vast majority of people have expected you to cope with it's effects by sheer force of will. You would think that I would have realized by now that telling myself "I can do this! (this time)" does not magically make me able to concentrate on my grant application, writing schedules, or remembering the ten thousand and one things that MUST be done TODAY. Much less help me do all of the everyday non-emergency things that always get left undone whenever I get like this. (Still not unpacked. And then some. Like, three days worth of cereal bowls sitting on the counter "and then some.")
But today is over, work wise. And my grant application is turned in. And my essay somehow did not completely suck. And while I left plenty left undone at work that needed to be done, (and, oh dear god, I have two weeks worth of hw and a wedding shower to get through this weekend) I think I managed to get enough done so that it will not fall apart between now and when I go back on Sunday. And I finished up the day by reminding myself why I really, really want this job. Ie, setting up a display of bunny, duck, farm, and other springy-type books:
(yes, we are pretty much out of all actual "spring" and "easter" books)
And now I'm realizing that I absolutely must do a teen display full of Bunny Suicide and Happy Bunny books next week. And maybe another with Animal Farm and Watership Down. (any suggestions for that one?) :D
*also? One of the most amusing bits of a picture book to read aloud to kids *ever.* The only thing that beats it is the entirety of Where the Wild Things Are. Monster themed story times featuring both both are among the best things that make life worth living.
**still not officially diagnosed, but would very much not suggest betting against it.
That right there? That was me on the drive into work this morning. (The boy, not the monster.) Complete with tears and a nice looooooooong list of all the different ways in which I completely suck. (Don't worry. I'll spare you that part of the whining.)
*sigh*
I should have known this was coming. Long weekend full of fun and anticipation and social anxiety followed by coming back to tons of new responsibilities at work will always equal one very grumpy and scatterbrained jennygadget by the end of the week.
*doublesigh*
But one of the things about having grown up with undiagnosed ADD** is that the vast majority of people have expected you to cope with it's effects by sheer force of will. You would think that I would have realized by now that telling myself "I can do this! (this time)" does not magically make me able to concentrate on my grant application, writing schedules, or remembering the ten thousand and one things that MUST be done TODAY. Much less help me do all of the everyday non-emergency things that always get left undone whenever I get like this. (Still not unpacked. And then some. Like, three days worth of cereal bowls sitting on the counter "and then some.")
But today is over, work wise. And my grant application is turned in. And my essay somehow did not completely suck. And while I left plenty left undone at work that needed to be done, (and, oh dear god, I have two weeks worth of hw and a wedding shower to get through this weekend) I think I managed to get enough done so that it will not fall apart between now and when I go back on Sunday. And I finished up the day by reminding myself why I really, really want this job. Ie, setting up a display of bunny, duck, farm, and other springy-type books:
(yes, we are pretty much out of all actual "spring" and "easter" books)
And now I'm realizing that I absolutely must do a teen display full of Bunny Suicide and Happy Bunny books next week. And maybe another with Animal Farm and Watership Down. (any suggestions for that one?) :D
*also? One of the most amusing bits of a picture book to read aloud to kids *ever.* The only thing that beats it is the entirety of Where the Wild Things Are. Monster themed story times featuring both both are among the best things that make life worth living.
**still not officially diagnosed, but would very much not suggest betting against it.