Today was the kind of day where I woke up tired, creaked around through my morning, bickered with my kid over breakfast,fought with my pants while getting dressed, and had to stop for a rest on the walk in to work. I made a few mistakes with scheduling things at work today, and then picked up two extra periods’ of work to cover coworkers out sick, so I spent my day pinging from meeting to class to phone calls to more meetings, ate lunch at my desk with so many interruptions that I had to re-heat it before I finished eating it. I was a few minutes late picking Dec up at school–not late, actually, but he told me a couple of weeks ago that it makes him really happy when I’m already there and waiting when he comes out at dismissal, so I’ve been trying to be there at three-ten instead of three-fifteen. Anyway it didn’t work today and then I had more meetings and phone calls, shoved a snack in his hand and asked him to do his homework in the conference room.
It’s a perfect day to have committed to writing a newsletter every day for the month of December, is what I’m saying.
Actually it is, because this is just life, right? There are the days where things are smooth and days where they’re bumpy, but sometimes I suspect that adulthood is one long string of days where you’re too tired and you feel like you’re not doing anything right. (I know, I know, it’s not literally like that every day.) Tomorrow I’ll try to be interesting–today I’m just trying to be here.