It's that time. Again. Time to break out the sharpened pencils, fold back the pages of the textbooks you've been given, and scribble on that pad of paper with the wire on the spine. Unfortunately, I have been laxed. I have not worked in my room one minute yet. And school starts next Tuesday for me. I won't have two full days to work in my room, either, though we technically have two teacher work days before students arrive. I will have mere hours. Precious hours. A few hours to get a mound of decorating, organizing, and planning completed. I'm feeling the crunch. Despite that feeling, I'm dragging my feet. The procrastinator in me is fighting hard. She's bearing down and pushing until I feel sick to my stomach. I need to just do it and get it over with. But when? My planning organizer looks like a lead bomb went off inside it, writing all over every square inch of it. Something is going on each day. No down time to just take a few hours and go do what I need to do.
Today I registered my two high schoolers. Yes, now we have two. Cam is a freshman, and Mak is a junior. Hard to believe she has just two years left and then will leave the nest. Wow! It's now hitting her, too. She commented on that the other day. Of course she says she wants to go to college far, far away. We'll see. Doubt it.
Fees just keep increasing as the years go by. Book rental alone for the three girls is well over $300. Wow! That's not including lunch accounts to build up, P.E. uniforms, or school supplies. Book rental only! I'm gonna be overdrawn!
Well, I'm cooking a pork loin on the grill, so duty calls. . .