I am constantly thinking of things I need to do. Little things like vacuum the hair/dust/dirt/old cheerios from behind the high chair, scrub the kitchen sink, mail a thank you note, put my new registration in the glove box. There are bigger, more pressing ideas flopping around in my brain as well, you know, like spawning salmon. Things like finding a daycare by the time E turns one. (Which, by the way, happens in about 5 weeks). There’s getting my online class all ready and having the site totally good to go. There is applying for bigger, better jobs. And there are things such as paying back loans, helping my sister get out of her cyclical rut of sleeping all day, going out all night, and never finding a job. And aside from all of these tiny inconsequential things coupled with the ginormous life-shattering type of things, my brain also has to keep track of: laundry (loads upon loads), making sure the baby is being fed enough and gets a bath every night and lot of snuggling, getting our dogs some love and attention, paying bills, keeping our house in some kind of presentable manner, getting to work on time, teaching a class of 25 freshmen who think they’re entitled to A’s and sex, drugs, and rock and roll – big gasp – and all of this makes me totally overwhelmed!
Sometimes I have this pressing little feeling, like a tiny imp is tugging at a synpase inside my brain, that I have forgotten do one of the gajillion tasks that I stored away in the to-do folder of my mind. Yesterday, I saw a car with an older style FSU plate and one of these tasks came flooding back to me. I used to own the same one and when I got my new car in ’06, I made a point to transfer it over. And I never did. And this has been floating around in the recesses of the filing cabinet of my brain for two years, lost amongst the rest. Now, I couldn’t even tell you where I put that stupid thing. It’ll never be put on my car now. Thankfully, I can rid myself of this thought and rest a tad easier. You know, until another little chore is added onto the pile and takes its place.
Certainly, once you have kids there’s just not enough brain matter to go around. The Boy takes up so much more space in there now!
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lol, so true!
Are you sad about the daycare thing? The first week or so is the hardest; it gets easier from there. I am a big procrastinator and also would wait until the last minute. That’s just how I work.
So all of your students think they are entitled to A’s, too? Good. Glad I’m not alone. . .
I often wish I could reorganize my memory bank, do I really need to know which actor dated which singer and be able to recall every mean girl encounter I endured in the fifth grade!