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?