Monday, Monday. You
suck.
Well, it's back to the grind today. I got nothing done on break. Well, not entirely true; I got tons of stuff
done but nothing I really truly had to get done. My to-do list is as bad as it was a week ago.
It doesn't help that I had a days-long migraine leading into
break. It doesn't help that I broke a
tooth and fender-bender-ed my car slightly over break. It isn't important that I accomplished piles
of things I didn't expect to and mismanaged my time for important things like
taxes and FAFSA and my nephew's upcoming birthday.
I need a vacation planner.
No, not the kind who helps you decide where to go and what
activities to do while you're there. I
need someone who can help me budget my time to actually get stuff
finished. My life is full of
semi-finished things: books
half-written, clothes half-sewn, junk half-put-away, hand-made blankets started
so long ago that my kids are too big now and I've forgotten how to crochet.
I didn't finish getting the school photos together into a
montage. I didn't get to see my son's
puppy. I didn't file my taxes. I failed to clean out the basement. I
didn't correct a single paper. I didn't
go to the gym.
I need a do-over break, but I'll have to wait until
April. Maybe if I start now and work
every single night, I can accomplish the stuff on my list so April break will
be for relaxing. Wait, let me pick
myself up off the floor because I laughed so hard I just feel off the computer
chair.
Monday, Monday. Back
again. Here so soon. I've got to tell you, Monday, I didn't miss
you one bit. I'm betting the feeling was
mutual.
