You Can Count On Me.

I'm like a rock, really.  A genuine Go-To Gal.  When I say something, I mean it.  You can take it to the bank.

Except when you can't.  I wish I could predict for you just how these things are going to work, but it's just one of life's mysteries.  Frankly, I'd strongly suggest you have some sort of back-up plan in place when dealing with me.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm a delight and a heck of a nice person.  I have truly amazing intentions and never, ever lie about what I am going to do.  It's just that stuff sometimes gets in the way.  Or I put stuff in the way.  Or I can't find anything to put in the way so I have to invest more effort into locating things to put in the way that it probably would have been easier to just do what I said I'd do in in the first place...

Heck, just that last sentence was more effort than it would take to just do what I said I'd do in the first place!

This week started out with me planning to go into school for a few days, get the room set up, review a few files and generally be a responsible educator.  That would leave next week free for mental preparation and maybe the enjoyment of the last few gasps of summer break.  It was a plan.  I said it.  I meant it.

However, by the time Monday morning rolled around, I'd successfully managed to come up with a different plan.  It seemed like a much more logical thing to wait until Thursday and Friday so that I could squeeze in the last few workouts of the summer.  Then I could truly enjoy the final week of vacation.  Now that's a plan I could get behind, by gum!!!

Then I realized that I have an appointment on Friday.  I can't go to school and still manage to make that appointment.  I supposed I could just go Thursday...  Or maybe I could go in tomorrow and blow off the Wednesday workout.  That actually sounded pretty good.  Everything would get done and I could still bask in the glow of my responsible behavior.  I'd probably get a medal or something.

So pleased was I with my new plan, that I even stated this to be my intention tonight while participating in my Summer Of Compensatory Knitting Socialization (S.O.C.K.S.) program.  I announced it loud and I announced it proud.  Tomorrow, I'd be heading into school to unpack.  The rest of the knitters down at the Yarn Sellar were mightily impressed.  You could tell just by looking at them.  They may have even been just a little bit jealous of how well-adjusted and hard-working I am.  Can't say as I blamed 'em, really.  I was rather impressed, myself...

However, it is a long drive home from S.O.C.K.S.  Like almost a whole hour!  That's a long time to think about how late it is.  And how you're gonna be wicked tired tomorrow.  Or that you didn't go to the Farmer's Market last week like you said you were going to do every week and that this really is just an inexcusable state of affairs.  Then you can get to thinking about how you're teaching middle school now and that middle school teachers don't get quite so "invested" in the decorating of rooms or the arranging of colorful posters.  There's no class hamster to replace after whatever incident might have befallen the one you had last year.  It's really less of a time-suck, if you think about it.  In fact, other than unpacking some stuff, most of what needs doing can be done at home...

I have no idea how it's going to play out at this point.  It could go either way.  I'd like to think I'm going to take the high road, especially since I made such a point of announcing tomorrow's plans in front of real, live people.  But at this juncture...who can say?  I'm an enigma.

And we mustn't forget the need for increased supervision here at the homestead.  The assault against all things technological continues and who knows what might happen if I am not here to rescue some of the things around the manse which make my life a little easier.  Today's target for assassination was the cooling pad for the laptop.  A cooling pad is necessary if a certain Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty has taken to parking his tushy on the laptop when Mommy isn't around and making it very, very hot.  But sometimes Mommy forgets to turn off the cooling pad when she is using the laptop and that's when AGKs like to take action against the whirling fan blades.

See what I mean?  I really should be here.  None of the nannies I've interviewed have really seemed right for the position.  Nor were they particularly interested in the job once they realized I wasn't asking them to nannify actual babies.  

I'll probably just have to take maternity leave now that I think about it.  It would be crazy to set up the classroom if I'm not really going to be there.  I should just leave that for the substitute to deal with...

SA