I’m so tired that I’m bordering on depressed.  It’s just the let down from an incredibly busy, adrenaline filled weekend and work.  Amalia had a huge competition this weekend and I organized the hospitality for the judges, coaches and Olympic athletes.  I put in 50 hours in three days and then I turned right around and prepared and delivered a parent ed talk.  Too much.

So now that’s done.  It’s back to getting the kids to school, helping with homework and catching up with my house.  I thought writing about it all would help me regain perspective.  I miss poetry.  I haven’t  written or read any poetry in ages.  I’m off kilter.  And I don’t like it.

Tomorrow is a half day at school.  My plan is to drop the girls at school and high tail it back home to straighten up a little so I can think and read.  I imagine I’ll start out with some work by Wislawa Szymborska because she’s down to earth and always cheers me up.  Maybe throw in a little Stephen Dobyns because he’s so wacky.  And then see where things go from there.

This is a good plan.  My goal is that by the end of the week I will have gotten a manicure (a semi-annual treat & one that I definitely deserve), will have paid up the bills and will have a clean house.  But there’s a glitch.  Husband, I know you’re working really late again and if you’re reading this, I’m sorry to tell you that the guys are coming tomorrow morning at 7:30 to start fixing the foundation on the house.  It could be a little noisy around here.  Damn.  I bet your plan was to sleep in and then work on your story.  It really does put a crimp in things.

Anybody else ready for a vacation?