Posted by Carly at Jul 12, 2012 9:20 am
Since I’m obviously late in getting this post up, I might as well make it about why. My summer is hell. Let me start by apologizing ahead of time to all of you who work, who get up every morning at 6 AM or earlier, to leave the house. I don’t. I’m on school hours. High school hours which means during the school year I’m up at 6:20 – but I don’t have to shower or walk out of the house at any specific time that’s ridiculously early. For whatever reason, that means if I’m at my desk by 9 AM, I feel good, not rushed and like a human being. My summers used to be that the kids had to be out of the house around 7:30 for camp, which bought me another hour or so. I could wake up around 7 sometimes 7:30. Last summer, one daughter stayed up at college, the other worked in a job I had to drive her to at 10 AM. See how nice that was? Fast forward to this summer. Word from hell: DRIVER’S ED. I agreed to the 8:30 so I could get her to work at 10. That means we leave the house at 8:10, so I can sleep till 7. Definitely good. Somehow, this little addendum got sprung on me after I’d paid – every other day the lecture is at 7 AM. IN THE MORNING. I have to leave the house w/her at 6:40. AM. I can’t wake up at 6, jump out of bed, shower, be ready and leave the house by 6:40 AND FEEL AWAKE and HUMAN. I can’t do it. I can not shower, then come home and pull myself together but no matter how I slice it, my morning routine is screwed up. My body clock is screwed up. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! It goes through August 15th. No joke. I now bring my laptop and do my writing in the car instead of driving the twenty minutes home and back again, losing all that valuable time. But I am NOT a particularly nice or happy person the rest of the day. I don’t like this about myself, but that’s how it is. I can’t control it. I feel out of control and I hate it. In other words, I’ve learned that I am an even more regimented control freak than I originally thought. And I already thought I was bad.
I can’t even think of a question to talk about. I’m too cranky. LOL.