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Wrong side of Monday

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Yesterday was one of those days you wish you stayed in bed…

I was 50 min late for work; car covered in snow, slow driving and a husband that had a conference call that lasted a bit longer than he thought. Barrelling into the classroom with my bags in tow and my knitted cap half way off I think I convinced the students that I am certifiably mad. I started giving instructions to what they were supposed to do, but had to stop talking because the zipper on my coat got stuck and I had to wriggle around like a worm dancing the mambo before I could get it open. Now, when my first lesson is over, I realize I have to go and fill the car up with gas and find an ATM because I owe some students money. I bought some fair trade things from them on Friday and promised to bring the money today; of course I forgot. But hey, who wouldn’t on a day like this?

If I could I would hide in the teacher’s lounge, drinking tea, eating the chocolate I bought from the cafeteria and dive into the very good novel I’m currently reading: Christmas in Wine Country by Addison Westlake. So far, so very good! But no… have to get my coat on and fill that car up, otherwise I won't get very far tonight.

I gave NaNoWroMo a go this year, last year I made it up to 50.000 words and thought it would go as well this year too. Yeah. It went really well. Not. I got past 7000 words, then: nothing. I do have a story going; I know what’s going to happen next. I just don’t have the time!

Work, my courses at university and family take up all my time. I did get 2000 words written one day; but only because I chose to ignore my university assignment. It’s so annoying, knowing I have it in me and then not have enough time to get to do it. Well, don’t have time to blog anymore now either... need to take a turn in the classroom to check on my students.

It just ain’t fair! *stomps foot.*

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  1. JenniferDecember 5, 2012 at 6:04 AM

    Anställ mig som assistent så ska vi se till att du får lite mer tid över ;)

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