I forgot to blog yesterday. Thought I had, but I hadn't. I'm forgetful.
I'm forgetful because I have too much going on. I have traveled parts of the last 2 weeks. That always disorients me. My student teacher is in full responsibility. So you think I would have lots of time, but I have planned 100 other things to do.
Maybe I caught it from hanging out with my son. He has that brain that only pregnant women and teenagers get. Someone called yesterday and he couldn't tell us who, why or anything about the call. I don't know is now the standard answer.
I'm forgetful because my brain is not the reliable reminder that it once was. There's technology to take care of that, but I am challenged in that area. I'm the teacher that is on the 12 hours/week technology training needed.
I'm also just tired. This time of year I am worn out. The batteries begin to get faulty. Short circuit. Spring break will freshen me up, but its a few weeks away.
The problem is that I'm not so forgetful that I forget I'm forgetful. I'm thinking that is equivalent to bliss. Not knowing what your problem is because you can't remember you have a problem. I think tequila puts me in that state.
My plan: Slow down (ha, how many times I have said that.) Get some sleep (if the hormones allow.) Start a list (if I can remember where I put it.) And if all else fails, you guessed it, drink some tequila.
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