It's Friday. Right?
Oh, please tell me it's Friday. What a week.
I'm exhausted. My
legs hurt, my voice is shot, and my head is ready to explode. I haven't had a moment to get anything done,
work has come home with me every single night, and I've already put in about
eleven extra hours just at work, not counting the time I've spent outside of
the place.
I've chased down bees, lost children at picture day when
some idiot photographer released them into the hallways, and stopped myself
from taking down at least one tech person.
I made copies on yellow paper because that's all that was left in the
copy room, and, believe me, I was thrilled just to find an open, working
machine, so yellow paper it is.
I've moved desks multiple times, still haven't finished
unpacking, and can't find some of my files from the summer move to another
building. I bought expandable screens
for four crappy old windows that are so difficult to open that I have to stand
on desks to get enough leverage. Shutting
them is equally fun as I have to stand on the edge of each sill and ride the
windows closed, not a trick I can pull in front of students, especially when
wearing a dress or skirt.
The kids seem to have adjusted, and nobody left crying (not
even me). Several even said "Thank
you" and "have a nice day" to me this week, which means I
haven't scared the buhjeezus out of them yet, an especially decent outcome
since Back-To-School Night with their parents is next week.
I've actually gotten to bed before midnight several times
this week, and that sort of includes the one night I fell asleep on the couch
immediately after I sat down for just a second, the one night I fell asleep
while doing paperwork and my face hit the kitchen table, and the afternoon I
dozed off in front of the computer and almost fell off the chair.
If I live through today, I'll have survived the week, the
first week of school, the back-to-school marathon that stretches five days, a
gazillion miles, and all happens at a cool 175 miles per hour.
But man-oh-man, am I ever exhausted.
So please tell me the truth.
It is Friday.
Right?
Please, if there's any mercy at all in this world, please
let today really be Friday. If it is
Friday, just remember one thing: Don't call me after 7:30 p.m. I'll already be asleep.
