It's A Conspiracy

I simply cannot understand it.  I am now in week #3 of the new school year and, if past experience is any indication, I should be fully engaged in the routine by now.  I've been doing this for a while.  I know that the first few days never seem to come together.  I will be running either very late or very early, will be tweaking the morning's schedule of events and trying to remember to line up my shoes in pairs because wearing different ones is always more noticeable than I think it will be.  After those first few days, things usually fall into place and I'm ready to go for the remainder of the year.

This year has not gone quite so smoothly.  

I just can't seem to find the rhythm.  It is not so much falling into place as it is falling apart.  I'm going to own part of it.  I know that I could probably be finding a way to fit in the stuff I want to do with the stuff I have to do.  It's simply a matter of putting my mind to it, that's all.  I guess I just haven't really gotten my head around the fact that I am back to work full time again.  

There are other elements, however, that I do not feel are my fault.  I am starting to think that the world-at-large does not want me to do things like knit or exercise.  I am beginning to wonder if there might not have been some sort of secret meeting at some super-hidden location where everyone in the whole wide world who has any influence on me or my routine got together to discuss ways to thwart me.  There seems to be no end to their bag of tricks.  It is truly amazing how Everyone In The Whole Wide World is keeping me from having a schedule which will allow me to get to work, get home, work out and maybe even knit a little bit before pulling together everything I will need for the following day.

For example, I really needed to meet with my director in order to discuss some issues with the program I've recently taken over.  You know the program I mean.  We like to call it The Bad Job At The Middle School That No One Else Will Take And Which They Thrust Upon Me With The Direction That I "Fix" It Because They Screwed It Up Beyond Belief.  Well...we call it something like that, anyway.  The actual title keeps changing, but the overall theme is the same.

At any rate, I needed the face time with the boss to put out a few small fires before they grew into full-fledged conflagrations.  I carefully scheduled this meeting for Thursday because that is a day where I don't have to be home to ride the little bike or lift the not-so-heavy weights.  I could stay after school for as long as necessary without worrying about how I need to trim down the waistline if I'm ever going to squeeze into that bridesmaid dress on November the first. 

I arrived this morning to find an email from the boss lady asking if we could meet today instead.  Her new secretary had triple-booked her for Thursday.  The only time she had was this afternoon.  I had no choice.  I took the meeting, was stuck at school until 4:00 (please bear in mind that school starts at 7:00 in the morning...) and the afternoon workout had to be abbreviated if I was going to have time to do everything else before I collapsed in my bed for the night.

This is not the first time this has happened since the start of school this year.  It is a conspiracy.  I'm certain of it.  And everyone is in on it.  There is simply no way that I could be so successfully maneuvered away from my Most Bested Laid Plans so many times in such a short period without a concerted effort on the part of Everyone Else In The Whole Wide World.

This is, of course, my lengthy way of explaining why I have no progress to report on that hat I've been knitting.  I set it aside last night after it did its part to screw up my schedule and haven't had the will to pick it back up to see if I've managed to get the stitch count right again.  Maybe I'll find some time tonight in between getting the coffee maker programmed for a 5:00 a.m. brew delivery and trying to find a pair of pants that will fit around my non-exercising bottom.  If not, then I guess it can wait until the weekend.  

Meanwhile, though, I can't help but wonder about something.  If I am unable to manage to get my act together and create a working morning routine, how on earth did Everyone Else In The Whole Wide World pull off a meeting which included everyone and resulted in such perfectly coordinated plans of action?  

That is masterful scheduling, people!

SA