FINAL-LY

A little play on words there, since it's finals week. I know. It's weak. Week, weak, whatever.
This is what Finals Week does to my brain. I can't concentrate on anything. I have stupid little inconsequential thoughts all jumbled up with the BIG IMPORTANT THINGS I'm supposed to be remembering for my exams. Yeah.

So, I'm tired. I'm stressed. I'm literally sick at my stomach because I'm so stinking nervous. And normally, to combat these bad feelings, I would go to my nearest Zumba class and shake away my stress. But the stress is causing body aches, and I have my own classes to teach, so I have to give my body a break in between my own classes... And yet, I hurt. I need endorphins! Catch-22, anyone?

I'll be incredibly happy when this week is over. I know I will. For about 2 weeks, I will blissfully happy, with no homework, no definite goals beyond house-work and feeding the crew. After two weeks, I will be bored. I will be begging for a goal, a specific time frame in which things must be done. Because I can not live without purpose. I can not survive without structure and routine.

And then the kids will be out of school for the summer, and routines and structure will deteriorate further.

See what Finals Week does to my brain? I'm complaining because I can't wait to be done with this semester, all the while, worrying over what I will do once it IS over?

I should be studying. Wish me luck!