I'm gonna whine

OK, I know that I really shouldn't whine when so many others in this world face much more difficulty and strife than what I ever have.  Just today, one of my very dear friends had to go to court to gain permanent custody of her mother.  She has had temporary custody for a while now, but in order to continue to do what needs to be done, she had to take this step.  Not easy.  I have another friend who has had to learn to live her life without her daughter.  Actually, I don't guess she has really learned how to do that yet.  Will she ever?  Losing your beautiful child when she is only 20 cannot be easy.  Another very dear and special person to me is having some health problems and will be having a colonoscopy next week.  She is WAY, WAY too young to be having this type of exam, but hopefully the doctor will be able to determine what is going on.  So yeah, when I complain in this post, I should be ashamed.  And I am.  I'm a big ole whiney baby right now.

Why am I whining?  Simply because I am tired.  For the last week and a half, I have gotten up at 4:45, gone to work, taught the same material for six straight hours, come home, done work for the next day, and gone to bed.  No, I don't have to get up at 4:45, but I really do love the quiet time in the mornings before the day gets started.  I use that time as an "extra" planning period.  I would rather get there early than to stay late.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE teaching British lit all day, so that isn't a problem, but I have first block planning.   That means my first class begins at 9:08, and other than the 23 minutes I have for lunch, I am going going going until 3:14.  First block planning is my favorite because I can focus on what I need to do for that day, but when you don't stop, it makes for a long day. 

My eyes feel like someone has poured a gallon of hot sauce in them.  They are on fire.  I can't decide if they feel this way because I'm close to exhaustion or if it is allergy related.  Either way, I don't like it.  And I've whined about them all day. 

I thought by Thursday of last week I was beginning to adjust, but now I'm not so sure.  I'm not coming in and falling asleep on the sofa by 6, but I am in bed by 8:30 or so every night and I sleep like the dead.  Well, except for the stupid school dreams I am STILL having!  Oh, and last night I woke up with a Charley horse.  Owowowowow!!!!

I think I'm going to go take my makeup off, crawl in bed, and read for a bit. I've started Same Kind of Different as Me.

Have a GREAT day!