Too exhausted to care
whether the sensitive child is traumatized
by my insistence that she complete the
assignment as required.
Too exhausted to laugh
at the absurdity of end of term panic
after six weeks of poor attendance and disorganization.
Too exhausted to do more
than get through the day myself,
with nothing left for under-achievers who think
I should go over and above for them.
Too exhausted today to care
more about student success they they do.
There’s always tomorrow.
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slow September 25, 2012
Tags: exhaustion, gladioli, metaphor
I feel like I’m moving in slow motion this week. All sorts of things are happening, and I’m watching them with a dull, glazed head. I have so many things I need to get done in the next couple of weeks, but I am too foggy to concentrate on them.
I’m reading some interesting books, I’m getting lots of exercise, I’m sleeping more than I have in ages. There is no good reason for me to be out of it.
I feel a bit like I am represented by the gladioli on my entry table. They’ve drained their water, and have dried out, but they have formed such interesting, squiggly, abstract shapes, and faded into such an interesting colour that I haven’t had the heart to toss them out! If I get some energy tomorrow, I’ll take a photo so you can see what I mean.
In the meantime, what interesting thing in your house represents you, these days?
As promised, here are my tired glads:
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