My schedule went into full-on sprint mode as of yesterday. Wasn't prepared to start the fall semester of school, which probably explains why I grossly underestimated the commute time from work to school in the middle of the day. And then, of course, the parking situation royally screwed me.
It started out just dandy.....the drive didn't actually take that long. And then I hit UTSA Blvd. And stopped. Finally made it onto campus and, without thinking, went straight for the busiest parking lot there could possibly be. Lot 10. I clearly was not thinking. There should be a sign posted for people wondering if they should try to park there: "Oh HELL no." That's all it needs to say.
Having made my way around Lot 10 and wisely deciding to go elsewhere (albeit too late to make a timely escape) I headed back to UTSA Blvd. Let's try this again. Lot 13....my "go to" lot....make the left on Valero....I can see it....and IT.IS.PACKED. Dammit. 10 minutes until class starts. Fine. I pulled in anyway and found a spot in the back corner. It's starting to get hot. Just go. So I start my trek down the hill and am thankful I opted to wear Chucks. But am not so thankful that I decided to wear black dress pants. (Don't you dare judge me for my lack of fashion sense....because I TRULY do not care.)
At last, the HSS building. Third floor. WHERE THE HELL IS THIS CLASSROOM??? Found it. 10 minutes late. Open the door. No one has to turn around and stare at me....because all 75 seats are FACING the doorway. Awesome. "Hi, Lisa. Does anyone have a seat for Lisa?" Thank God I know this professor and he knows that I am not typically late and that I have a full time job in addition to my course load. He's not the least bit irritated. I, however, must climb into the one seat available....in the middle. And now I cannot stop sweating. The hike wasn't so bad....I just can't stand everyone looking at me. Perhaps I need to ditch that long-held fantasy of teaching college history and opt for something a little less visible.
The class lasts for a mere 50 minutes. Towards the end we are encouraged to discuss our initial questions about the Civil War with our neighbors. Ernest and Amanda could not have been nicer people. I'm thankful for that one open seat now.
Class is dismissed. I head back out to my car....roughly 1.68597 miles away....and race back to work. Crap...I forgot to plan dinner. Have to stop at store on the way home. Okay. Oh, and I have to stop and buy my books. Okay... Finish the work day. Drive to store. Drive back to school bookstore. Drive home. Sink full of dishes....has to stay that way for now. Start dinner. Throw laundry in the washer. Boys aren't home yet. Boys come home just as dinner is ready. Prepare my dinner. (Day 21 of Whole30....almost done!!) Scarf down dinner. Take off work clothes. Put on jammies. Wait a minute.....
Wes had come in the door holding a small football that Papa had given him. Told me I could be on his team. Hopefulness in his eyes. Of course. I can't say no.
Go outside. Throw tiny football. Love to hear him laugh. Getting late and he needs to get to bed. Go inside. Throw (forgotten) laundry in the dryer. Sit down and talk to husband for first time all day. Wrangle child into bed. Wrangle child back into bed....and repeat.
Get in shower. Realize for the first time all day....I'm tired.
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That was really cute and easy to read. You should write a book! :)
ReplyDeleteLisa, reading this makes me miss you so much. I think what you're doing is fantastic - not just the school and full time job - but taking care of yourself and dedicating yourself to being available to your family. You are a wonderful example and I hope that I can manage as many roles as gracefully as you do. Keep up all your hard work - I'm sure your family and closest friends will tell you that it's already paying off.
ReplyDeleteLove and miss.