How Did I Manage That?

Balance has never been my forte. Spending a day of fun with my son and his girlfriend yesterday -- nwell, a half-day, really, since I had my three-hour class in the morning -- was wonderful. But by last night I was thinking there would be a lot of "paying the piper" today. When I got up, and at least until noon, the last thing I wanted to do was grade, plan, and prepare for my classes. So I started cleaning. I even took all the cushions off the sofa and vacuumed the cushions and the sofa. I pulled it out and vacuumed and mopped underneath, then put it back and vacuumed the rest of the living room floor. While the floor was drying, I picked up a stack of papers and started grading. I still didn't feel like doing anything for work, so I cleaned the guest bathroom. And, again, while the floor was drying, I started in on some more grading.

After a while, I decided to check my email. Since I was already on the computer, I went into my files and printed out papers I'll need for tomorrow's classes. And I did a little more grading. I was surprised to find I'd reached the bottom of the stack. (I always put the graded essays under the ungraded ones, so I didn't know I had only a few left.) It turned out I was almost finished with all my work, so I just kept going. After all, I might as well take care of all of it while I was going. I wrote up the rest of my notes, lesson plans, and reminders. So here I am, on Sunday evening, with everything ready to go for both of my Monday classes, one of which starts at 8:30 in the morning -- and my house is clean. I'm not sure how this happened, but I'm just going to roll with it.