Unexplored Territory

Friday, July 13, 2007

Now it is time to pay the piper

During the week, I make choices.

This week was my first week back to teaching night classes.

And it has whooped. my. butt.

In the sense of my full-time job, that is.

So here I sit, with over 1/2 of my work week left and the weekend looming ahead... and I am not thrilled with myself.

If someone can find a way to squeeze another five hours out of a day, can you let me know? Because I need to figure it out. Post haste.

Have a good weekend, y'all.

Labels: work

3 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Oh yes..I so know where you are coming from woman!
I am leisurely kicking back..putting off prepping for the FIVE classes I will be teaching next month..NEXT MONTH!!! AHHHH! Never mind the 1500 page REAFFIRMATION document I have to write..
so today I will do..umm..NOTHING to prepare..
yes..procrastination until it's painful.
Got to love it!
We must be into S and M!
Enjoy your day! :); 8:17 AM
Anonymous said...: Working from home has got to be both a blessing and a curse. I would love to do it, but I know I would get involved in other things and end up frantic at the end of the week staring at the pile of work I never did.

*hugs*; 10:34 AM
Robin said...: just turn your clocks back about 5 hours! ha ha.
I too hate deadlines, let me do it when I feel like doing it... like never!; 9:09 PM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.