Day 2, 178 more to follow, and that does not include weekends, holidays or vacation weeks. School is open. It’s official. It’s fine…really, it is. The students came back yesterday and they fill the empty spaces of the earlier part of the week. The days blew by. I felt like the concierge, travel agent, cheerleader and lieutenant colonel as well as the grandmother and traffic cop to a lot of newcomers, and a lot of old timers who just needed a familiar face to remind them of where they are. I came home exhausted. I forgot how noisy high school corridors can be. Tonight I barked several times at my FHB, telling him to lower the television since all the noise seem magnified ten thousand times.
Last night he caught me with a broom in my hand at about 3:30 a.m. I tried to take a pre-emptive approach to the question pursed on his lips, and told him that I had taken a short ride on the broom up and down the hallways of the loft. His left eyebrow raised, in a Spock-like gesture, left me clear that he did not buy what I was selling. He went back to bed, shaking his head, saying nothing and yet saying so much. I will be honest and acknowledge that sleep is overrated these days and I am back to organizing the silverware drawer, as well as sifting through the utensils in preparation for a yard sale that I will never have. The freezer, at present has been inventoried and reorganized. It is filled with frozen fruit, vegetables, nuts and bread to be turned into breadcrumbs when the spirits move me. I rearrange pictures, both on the wall and on tables. I have begun to organize bills (yes, I have not gone to online statements for certain things) in an attempt to be ready for tax season. And if you believe that, I have several other amusing stories to share. My spices are organized by herbs, spices and jar heights. I am not quite sure when I accumulated four different types of red pepper flakes and cayenne peppers. I have enough beans in the pantry to prepare several types of chili, should a pot luck event come my way.
I spent part of the night hunting for a slipper that went missing about a month ago. While I was searching I emptied $4.17 worth change out of handbags (or pocketbooks whichever term suits you) and threw away tissues that were probably clean but lint-y. I found a supply of pens and pencils along with old appointment cards that had never been discarded. The slipper is still elusive. I was quite productive and when I was just about to clear out the drawer filled with stationery and begin to fold the cloth napkins, by color of course, I noted that it was 4:45 a.m. and the alarm was going to be going off within the hour. So, I watered the plants and climbed into bed, the cat having already supsumed my place and had to relocate her with some protest.
Now that I am back at my fulltime day job, I am going to have give my notice to the night. I will need to convince my self identified taskmaster, that rolling over and falling back asleep will improve my daytime productivity and possibly improve my relationship with my FHB, who is always convinced that I do “government work” at night. I don’t consider myself as an insomniac but rather someone who has spurts of energy that make the quiet of night for accomplishing things, quite inviting. I suppose I will need to turn down those invitations.
Enjoy the weekend.