So, perhaps the only accurate part of that statement is the fried part - I feel fried. I am in the midst of packing my apartment, which is never much fun, but it is so much damned work. In addition to that, I am teaching 11 kids on campus, 5 kids off campus, marking online assignments and the ones handed in daily, doing inventory of my classroom and all the usual (and not so usual) end of the school year business. So please forgive typos and such - not too much time to proof read...or blog for that matter.
School is ending on May 31st. Effective Sunday, we will only have students until 1:00. That means I went from 20 full days of school left until year end to four full days and 8 half days. Not so much school when you have a bunch of stuff to get through. Nothing has changed status wise here - still fine and dandy, but early closure nonetheless - more on that when I'm back home.
Been practicing administration skills - trying to organize a schedule for the specials teachers so that they can still have kids, we can still have preps and no one is bombarded with more than they can deal with. Was really an easy task - if people didn't mess up my plan. Anywho, it's all straight now and we're ready to run with 30 minute specials instead of 40 minute. Given the extra 2 hours at the end of our day, not too shabby.
Did I yet mention that packing is dreadful. I decided to plan the pack. I started with my living room...easy enough. Then I moved on to the spare bedroom and bathroom - also not too difficult. Tonight I will deal with my bedroom and hallway then tomorrow my kitchen. Now, you see, moving on Sunday would ordinarily mean that I still have lots of time, but I am going to Kuwait on Thursday. Therefore need to be ready for the trip and the move before I leave.
The bedroom won't be too bad...I can pack a suitcase for heading home this summer, a bag for Kuwait and then the rest for moving to the apartment. I can go through all my clothes and make a pile of the ones I haven't worn and a pile of the ones I hope to wear again when the stupid doctor figures out how to regulate my stupid thyroid and I stop puffing up like a balloon. RIDICULOUS...and frustrating to have worked so hard (and still be working hard to lose weight) only to have it all back on again....grrrr. enough about that.
The kitchen will be the biggest challenge (and the biggest part of the apartment to move.) The living room took 3 boxes. The spare bedroom and the bathroom took 2 boxes...5 boxes so far...not too bad. I'm sure the other 20 that were in my shipment will come from my kitchen. I have tons of people offering to help, but when I have to go through things and decide what to keep and what to throw and what is mine and what is not, it is all a little too much to do with a helper. So I pack away and hope I don't lose Ella in the process. Henry's in a mood - he's mad that things are changing. He'll get over it.
And so ends another exciting week of "blogging with Tylene" Wish I had something more interesting to share, but my dinner date last week was all the fun I have had and and and...hee hee
Later friends and family
Ty
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