While I Was Gone

Sorry I have been absent. I have been super busy.

Crunch time is coming for the National Board stuff. I am also in a 6 week online course. Morguefile (a photo site where I am a contributor) just got their new site going and I have been uploading hundreds of photos (and putting in keywords, categories, etc.) Plus I found a new game online at King.com that I am totally addicted to - Marble Matchup.

Add to that I just found a super spectacular new kid's book I am reading (The Mysterious Benedict Society) and report card time is now (grade day is Friday).

All this means I am surrounded by mounds of papers and books and have two laptops going most often. (hubby says I am such a geeky nerd, but two is even faster than one and it saves from switching screens, accidentally deleting something, file something wrong, or clicking the wrong "play" button)

Despite all this thought (or maybe because of it :)) I was able to try a new wine on Friday night. Oh no - big mistake. I spent an hour in the bathroom hacking my brains out. On Saturday morning I couldn't taste anything and my throat was so sore I felt like I had eaten glass.

I am reminiscent of the time I tried sangria. It had the same effect on me. The red wines just don't agree with me. Someday I will learn. Maybe I should sign up for a wine class. I wonder how that would work online. Receive delivery. Taste. Post. ?

My Secret

Okay. I guess it's time to tell. Yes, I can teleport myself.

See, the thing is, I have a 50 minute plan time every day. I can get the kids down to their special class (gym, music, art) and get back to my room immediately to have my entire 50 minutes. And then when time is up, I miraculously appear at the door without wasting any of my plan time walking.

My 30 minute lunch? Easy. I just teleport myself from dropping the kids off at their lunch straight to my lunch in the teacher lounge. Then when the 30 minutes are up, I teleport myself to the playground at the exact moment my 30 minutes are up, because the recess duty monitors are ready to come in.

All right. I guess you aren't buying it (well, at least I hope you aren't). It isn't true. I still have to walk like normal people. We have a sprawling building. Quite large, with not a lot of direct routes.

Herein lies the problem. I am supposed to have 30 minutes for lunch. But by the time all the kids get dropped off and I get to the teacher lunch room, 4 minutes have passed (that's if no one stops me to tell me anything). Then I have to wait in a line in the lunchroom to warm my food in the microwave. (yes, really) So, you figure another 4 minutes.

So MY lunch is supposed to start at exactly 11:55. So does the students' lunch. Mine really starts at 12:03 (if I don't go to the bathroom). At the end of the 30 minutes I have to be on the playground to take over (12:25).

This means that in order to arrive on time, I have to go drop off my lunch box in the room and pick up my coat (no, I cannot take my lunchbox to the playground - I would look like a dork standing there with it out on the playground). This process takes AT LEAST 5 minutes (or more when it is really cold out and I have to bundle up).

So cut another 5 minutes off my lunch time. That means that my "time to eat" is a MAXIMUM of 17 minutes. (If no one needs me to stop and talk about a student, I don't need to go to the bathroom, etc., which is really rare if it all goes as laid out in the above scenario.)

17 minutes is not long enough. That's insane!

Tomorrow try cutting your lunch time down to exactly 30 minutes. Just to give it a try.

If the upside to this was loosing weight, I probably wouldn't be so crazy about this. But from where I am, I don't see any upside at all.

Stop! I am NOT Ready!

I cannot even believe that Christmas is less than a week away. It just doesn't even seem possible. How did it happen?

I have been busy, busy, busy. And not a lot of it has been fun (although I did get to paint my nails on the snow day I had, which was really an ice day.)
Some might say I have been blogging too much. But that only takes maybe 15 minutes. Well, maybe 25 if I had to put in a picture and edit the picture, etc.

I'm not worried about it being so close. Just surprised.

My husband and I have had this discussion many times. Now that we are older, time is just whizzing by. Have to wait a week? Well, that really feels like 2 days. A month? That really feels like 1 1/2 weeks. Been married 10 years? That really feels a lot more like 3 or 4 (depending on my mood that day :))

What is this phenomenon? Does it have a name? Does it have to do with the amount of time already spent living? As you get older, the day as a 2 year old is 1/730th. One day of a 40 year old's life is now 1/ - hold on - gotta do the math - 1/14,600th. Does this account for our perceived shortening of time??!
Or is it just that not much goes on in a 2 year old's life and a LOT goes on in a 40 year old's?

Well, gotta get working on the family calendar for 2009. I swear I just made last year's the other day . . .