So, Monday of last week, classes started on campus. I taught my two, then headed downstairs for my office hours. Two of them. Ending at 1:00 p.m.
I'd had two cups of coffee, some caffeinated medication, no breakfast (I'm almost always queasy until about ten or so), and lunch was two hours late. I was so shaky that I could barely function for the rest of the day. Same thing with Wednesday, but Friday I had some granola bars that I shoved into my laptop bag/purse.
One thing I've not been able to accomplish is my daily housework on the days I teach. I'm on my feet constantly--pacing while I lecture, writing stuff up on the board, wandering around and helping students during group work--for two hours straight, and then starving by the time I get the pixie down for her nap (Odysseus is wonderful: he puts the imp down despite demands for "Mama do it!"). Not to mention coming down off the teaching high.
Which has led me to realize that I'm going to have to adapt a lot more than I thought I would. Basically, I've started doing my routine stuff either the day before or the day after I usually do it. Like laundry. That I tend to do on Saturdays and Wednesdays.
I did laundry today. Cleaned the kitchen (which was today's work), and vacuumed the imp's room (one of yesterday's chores).
It's really eaten up my time--especially blog writing and reading time. And energy. Especially since I have to go talk to the twits working the desks at the library (where I teach and hold office hours) to figure out how to get my computer online, since they reconfigured the wireless access since the first day.
At least I'm getting fiction written.
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