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I'm Still Getting Up at the Usual Time

When I go to bed tonight, I'm still setting my alarm clock for 5:15 a.m. For one thing, June 2 means no more to the dogs in this house than October 15. For another, just because I'm not driving 24 miles to my classroom, doesn't mean I don't have work to do.

No one tells you when you go into teaching that you have no real life from August to June. None. Being gone from 6:20-6:00 each day doesn't leave much time for scrubbing the kitchen sink (sorry Flylady) or putting away clothes. And let's just stay away from the topic of closet space.

Rest assured that I'm not a clean freak or anything (far from it). It's just that I won't be able to cook a full meal or critique Einstein's theory of relativity until I've moved the assorted boxes and crates filled with young adult novels and paper trays to somewhere other than the middle of my guest room.

So even though I'm on "vacation", I already have a schedule for the week that includes time for freelance writing, house organizing, fun writing/business junk, and exercise. I'll cram the spare time I have with various doctor and dentist appointments that I have no time to take care of during the school year.

Hopefully, I'll be able to at least log 30 miles of walking/running this week, prepare for my niece's visit, and start fading my "tan" again after my day at the beach. I also want to update my website and cook some real meals for a change. I have some pictures and other items of not-so-much interest to share.

Of course, I'm already behind schedule. I have 25 short articles that have to be done by Tuesday. I'm not even finished with half of the outlines. There goes my Monday.
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Christy said…
Ha! Sometimes, real life seems like it's the easy part and "time off" seems like so much work! I tried the Flylady once. She didn't work for me. But I know some for whom she is a real inspiration. I don't know.....something about lists and routines makes me want to rebel against them.
5:20 PM
frabjouspoet said…
I know what you mean. I'm a Flylady dropout, too. I can't keep up with the constant lists, either, but I did use the idea of 15 minutes of cleaning each day.
5:42 PM
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