The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
Three-day weekend for both the wife and I, but the boy’s day care is open, meaning that we could drop him off and attend to any number of Things What Needed Doing around the house; I had a long mental list of same.
My activities since getting back from day care this morning:
Condition: Winning.
…and now I’m gonna go play video games.
I’m bad at Sunday. It’s consistently– say, nine weeks out of ten– the only day of the week where I don’t have to go to work without calling in sick first, so you would think that I would treasure them as the one day where I Get To Relax. No. What Sunday actually represents is The One Day I Have to Get Every Single Fucking Thing in My Life Done, Including All the School Stuff I’ve Put Off, Since God Forbid There’s a Single Day a Week where I Don’t Work for School; Also, Get to Work, You’re Wasting Time you Lazy Bastard.
I have a verb for it. I call it Sundaying. It’s where I’m so stressed out and paralyzed by all the shit I didn’t do all week because I was fucking exhausted that I do nothing all day Sunday but obsess about the fact that I’m wasting my Sunday and that tomorrow I have to go back to work. Low-level stress, constantly, that occasionally pirouettes into brief bursts of high-level stress.
I’m going to go to a movie today (Thor, of course) and then have dinner in a restaurant without my son and with my wife. I’ve gotten a couple of things done this morning– most notably, managed to be out of bed, showered, and breakfasted before ten and finally, finally gotten both of the car seats readjusted so that we’re not pinching the boy’s shoulders every time we put him in the car. When we get home, I have two computers to fix (fun fact: my wife and my father-in-law both have basically the exact same computer, bought around the same time. They both shit out this week, for what appear to be different reasons, although both of them appear mechanical and not software-related in nature) and all the weekend’s grading to do and some PAT team stuff to do and lesson plans to write (oh, hey! I got that done at OtherJob!) and and and and and and and. Hopefully I’ll get time to read a couple volumes of Sandman and maybe, just maybe, watch the episodes of S.H.I.E.L.D. and American Horror Story: Coven that we haven’t gotten to this week.
Maybe.
We’ll see.
Or maybe I’ll spend the whole movie obsessing about the fact that I’m not at home doing those several things and be stressed out and ruin it. That might happen too!
Sigh.
Also: Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers came out twenty fucking years ago this weekend, and jesus god am I old.
For the record, Internet, the only things I plan to do between now and the boy going to sleep later are: 1) read; 2) play games on my iPad; 3) eat. Anything else will qualify as unexpected, and you will note that “write clear and cogent blog post” ain’t on that list. You got a freebie yesterday. I’m relaxing today.
(Granted, I have work to do when the boy goes to sleep later tonight. That’s five hours away. Screw it.)
All I actually want from life right now is to have nothing to do. Unfortunately, these two piles of worksheets here don’t count as nothing and I probably shouldn’t cheat by not actually grading them or throwing them away or summat. I just want them to be done and to not be my problem any longer so that I can have seven or eight hours of actual relaxation before going to bed tonight.
I may be growing weary of six-day weeks, guys.
That’s all for now. Somebody spent last night trolling through the archives (I SEE YOU) so I don’t even feel like I have to babysit my traffic today. Screw you, pointless metric-obsession! Hah!
Making reubens for dinner. Read a book about a guy named Reuben last night and he made me hungry. Plus, foodspin.
G’bye.
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