We are "worn to a frazzle" this week. I've been tired for about 2 or 3 days now. I think I haven't yet recovered from the time change last weekend. If I can't handle GAINING an hour (which throws me off just as nicely as the other), how will I live through the jet lag of traveling to England in January? I'm not looking forward to that.
I took in 20 rough drafts for research papers on Thurs/Fri. And 23 American lit. tests. Crunch time in that class, since I only have them for a semester, and we have a lot of material to squeeze in by December.
Julia's room will experience a major overhaul tomorrow. She has evolved from merely having a carpet of clothing on her floor, to also having mountains of clothing and blankets, toys, etc. Tomorrow, I remove all clothing from her room, and allow her to pick out only a certain number of shirts, pants, dresses, etc. The rest will go to Sally's. Her disorganization is killing me. And she is that way in school also. Constantly losing assignments, not turning them in, losing recess privileges. Heavy Mama Sigh.
On the plate this evening: Clementine chicken, rice, salad and homemade rolls. Then Adam and I will drag ourselves to WalMart for the weekly grocery shopping, so that we don't have to do it tomorrow.
And hopefully this time tomorrow, we will be a little recovered.
Sunday? Adam preaches, then drives a van-load to a small ARP church in a nearby town, and returns in time for our evening service, and then drives Philip to Hickory for trumpet rehearsal. After that Sunday, he may be thankful to go back to work!