Maybe Not Even Then…

Oh my. I love a good school night when I don’t sleep until like 2 AM. Fun times. It was hot, there were way too many animals breathing and radiating heat and touching me, I had a bunch of mosquito bites that were distracting and itchy and oh my god get out of bed and put cortisone on like right now before I scratch my skin off the bones. And 2 AM brain, which remembered that one kid who was sitting outside the classroom yesterday morning, late, eating his breakfast instead of telling me he was present, 2 AM brain remembered that 10 minutes earlier, the Chromebook hospital kid tried to deliver his new Chromebook FINALLY (2+ weeks after starting school) but he wasn’t there yet, and yesterday morning’s brain forgot immediately instead of trying to send him to pick it up, so then he didn’t have one in Period 3, and I didn’t remember ANY OF THIS UNTIL 2 AM. Please, if there is a goddess in charge of postmenopausal brain power (if there is, she’s probably forgotten it), remind me at an appropriate time. Yes, I could put it in my phone, but I regularly ignore those notifications. Like a boss.

Aargh. Trying to teach when you’re tired sucks. I’m debating switching my Thursday and Friday plans so Friday is all chill and cover page instead of stressful demos. It’ll be fine. Yes, Back-to-School-Hell Night is Thursday. Yes, you will be dead on your feet. You already are…what’s the diff? I mean, you’ve taught one whole day this week. It’ll be fine.

Sigh. Ironing is going well at least…I finished the swamp trees on Monday night…

And did two rockets…or missiles…and two hands…

Last night, I did the barn owl as the real life one screeched outside my window.

There’s so much dark and depressing in the bottom of the quilt, so much terrifying stuff, that I had to have hope in the top. She’s carrying an olive branch for peace. Let’s hope someone sees it. And then I started the solar system in the sky…

I didn’t finish the right side (the left in this picture, which shows an upside down view). I have about 50 pieces left to do, and then I need to piece a background and iron all these down…hopefully tonight. Here’s a video of what’s left…

I really do have extra pieces. Not sure how. Or why. Whatever. Maybe there’s a fingernail missing somewhere. That’s the test…finding the missing pieces. Or not. I’m looking forward to (1) seeing the whole thing together and (2) doing the stitchdown with TWO fans pointed at me, instead of just one. I can point one at my FACE. Can’t do that while ironing because pieces will fly everywhere. It just won’t cool down in this room at night…it’s finally down to 79 degrees now, at 7:30 AM, but it was in the high 80s last night. Ugh. No breeze. Delightfully cool outside…can’t move it inside. It’s supposed to cool down a bit each day, so it won’t be so bad by the end of the week. Anyway, ironing tonight and hopefully stitching down tomorrow night. Oh wait. Tomorrow night, I’ll be dead on a couch somewhere after talking to the parents of 20 children (because that is all who will show up), which is still exhausting.

I’m not feeling particularly positive about the day job at the moment. It’s a bit of a panic across the board. It’ll get better. Hopefully soon. Right now, it’s chaos. Which I’m apparently good at, but tired of.

This is remarkably true.

OK. Today we finish a unit…if it kills me. And it might. Vocab plus put it all in order and hand the damn thing in. Which means I need to grade it. It’ll be fine. I think. I was sort of caught up. Until today. Now I will be incredibly behind. I don’t have pilates today…yet. I’m on the wait list. Figure if I get in, I’ll kamikaze home, pee the old lady dog so she doesn’t pee in the house, and go. But probably, I’m going to the gym instead, which is fine. I need to fit that back into the schedule anyway. I don’t have to cook tonight, hallelujah…then iron this whole thing together. Oh wait, also do seating charts for tomorrow. Ugh. Then fucking SLEEP. Please. Thank you. And to all those perimenopausal people thinking, oh, when I get to postmenopause, I can finally sleep, OMG Fuck That No Way Will You Ever Sleep Well Again. Until Thursday night, when you have hit exhaustion level. And maybe not even then.