I'm so pissed at myself. It is almost 1:30 and I have wasted most of this day yet again.
I thought that as soon as the kids went back to school I would be able to get so much accomplished around here. I have to complete twenty thousand continuing education hours (give or take) in order to reactivate my teaching certification. I figured it wouldn't be easy, but there are a number of different on-line, self-paced cources I could push through, and I gave myself the goal of completing it all this month so I could begin subbing come October. It might not be realistic, but I figured hey, the kids leave the house at 8:30 and don't come back until 3:30. That gives me seven hours to work each day. Even if I took a few breaks, did some stuff around the house, whatever, I would still have a good chunk of time to focus on the course work.
Not an actual picture of me sleeping
because really, how would I do that?!!
NOT IF I SLEEP UNTIL ONE O'CLOCK!!!!!
Yeah, I got up at 6:30. I took a shower, got dressed, even made my bed. I went downstairs and helped the kids complete all their morning routine while I also ate breakfast. I even walked them to the bus stop and was all social with the other moms. But as soon as I started walking back home, all I could think about was taking a little nap. I tried fighting it. I took my Narcolepsy medication (which, while not a stimulant, works to keep me in the awake/alert stage so I don't feel tired all the time), tried reading a book, but the siren call of my pillow became too much.
My annoyingly loud alarm clock
I told myself the first lie: I'll set my alarm and get up at 9:00. A lot of people start their work day at 9. And my annoyingly loud alarm clock start beeping and booping and whatever else it does from midway down the stairs, where I had thrown it to force myself to start walking downstairs to get it. And then I told myself my second lie: It felt like I only just fell asleep. I wouldn't be such a big deal if I set it for 9:30 and slept a little more. And on, and on, and on, until now it is 1:30, I have TWO hours left, and I'm so mad at myself I could spit. [Though I never really got that expression - why would I spit just because I'm mad? And since I'm mad at myself, would I try spitting AT myself? Hmmm.....]
The fifteen minutes I allotted myself are almost up, so I'll have to think about my plan for tomorrow and the rest of this month/year/whatever later. I better come up with a good plan because while sleeping all day is great (and I could go back to sleep right now if I allowed myself to) I'm falling behind in everything I was hoping to accomplish!