Another Long and Lonely Wednesday

I hate Wednesdays. I really do. I don't start the day like that, but it usually ends up like this by the end. They wipe me out both physically and emotionally. I know that many people have more stressful days than me, but stress is relative. Almost every week, Religious Ed classes kill me. It isn't so much the kids (although they have their moments) but the teachers who call out an hour before they were supposed to teach. That is so irritating and irresponsible. I know that they are only volunteers, but I will never understand why people don't have an innate sense of responsibility when it comes to this stuff. Most of the time they can give more than an hour notice and they just don't. The worst thing about it is that I usually have to pull a lesson out of my ass, which isn't the best or easiest thing in the world. Good and effective teaching is all in the preparation, so when there's none you're heading up a creek without a paddle. I just live for those moments! That's part of why I quit "real" substitute teaching. On the whole, I really enjoy my job- it's just the parents and teachers that make it more difficult than I'd like at times.

The other hard thing about Wednesdays is that I see Don for maybe an hour the whole day- and that's just in passing. He leaves for his Second City gig about an hour before I get home from church. Fortunately, right now he only has one show on Wednesdays. When they go back to two shows (and I'm sure they will pretty soon) I won't see him at all, and that sucks! I'm glad that he's doing it, and I know that he's having a great time. Our Wednesday schedules just aren't very compatible. The good news is that Religious Ed classes are over in a few weeks (Hallelujah!), and hopefully I'll be able to adopt an earlier schedule for the Summer.

Now that I've cried and moaned, I think I'll curl up on the couch and lie there like a slug until Don gets home. I am incredibly fortunate for all my good fortune and opportunities and greatly appreciate all that I have, but even the best jobs and lives have their crappy moments. Nothing is ever perfect. That would definitely be nice... Here's to a sleepy but better tomorrow!