And Then I Got To Do This, And Then I Got To Do This, And Then Check Off This, And Then That

Two months ago, Chitunga and I aligned our summer calendars to figure out when it would be best to take a break from our schedules. We pinpointed the 2nd and 3rd week of June for a possible trip out of dodge, but that isn't happening. He's called in for a double and with my administrative assistant's last day on Tuesday, I need every second of June to get on top of the chaos of June. I am now eyeing August for a potential break.

8 a.m. - drop Chitunga off at the train station
8:30 - go to Home Depot and get a new dryer (ours is dead)
9:00 - meet a potential replacement for Ellen over coffee
10:30 - head to office to finish interviewing teachers for the summer literacy labs.
12:00 - work on book chapter that is due (well, yesterday)
2:00 - meet with hired teachers for the summer to plan curriculum and objectives
5:00 - head to end-of-the-year picnic for GSEAP
7:00 - pick up Chitunga from the train station
7:30 - work on book chapter some more
9:00 - create a checklist for Sunday.

I'm spent. The hard part of summer hasn't even begun and I'm already feeling exhausted. I know, "This too shall pass" and "things can always be worse." Still, it feels like the spinning plates while riding a unicycle while tap dancing in roller-skates time of the year.

Not even PM Tylenols are working.