Today’s prompt: How do you feel your relationship with time shifting?
Where does the time go? Seriously?
I wake up way too early to be late getting to work. I need at least two hours of lead time if I’m going to leave the house. What do I do? Make coffee, writing my morning pages, shit, and shower. Two bloody hours. On the weekends…forget it. Several hours will pass before I resemble ready.
At work, I’m always running behind, on the back foot, which is probably in the lost and found. I can’t plan during my prep periods, find time to mark, my classroom is only starting to look organized because I’ve neglected my other duties, and then I can barely get through a lesson before the period ends. I spend all 300 minutes of the teaching day asking where the time went.
The evenings are shot. It’s nearly 11:00 pm when I’m writing this because I can’t find time to do it earlier in the day. Today, I didn’t hold Emi until maybe 9:00 pm because I went to Costco almost straight after arriving home, and I stayed late at school to finish writing my portion of about 400 report cards.
When will I get to the workshop next? When will I have a chance to put those pocket hearts together? When will I plan out my next 3D printing project, of the many that keep floating around in my head? When?
Today’s writing prompt comes from Letters’ Lounge.
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