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Hi, internet, I am feeling a little sorry for myself at this particular moment, so I am writing this post to help me snap out of it. I am on my own this week, alone again with the slavering Rottweiler and the shrieking alarm system, while Elwood takes the two oldest boys to DC. They are staying with Elwood's aunt and uncle and seeing the sights, and I am holding down the fort here with the 3 youngest kids, all of whom are on spring break.

I am not on spring break. This has made for a busy week. I have a sick little 6yo curled up beside me, and a 3yo who is watching too many videos, and a 9yo who is so eager to have someone with whom to talk Legos and war games that they are the subject of every conversation we have.

Next week I am giving an exam and I have a guest speaker talking to two of my classes, which means I only have to prep one class -- not four, like this week. Next year, internet, I need to figure out how to make this week's schedule look like next week's schedule. (I keep forgetting to tell you all: I have a job for next year. I am teaching half-time -- this same undergrad course fall and spring, and one grad course each semester. Hurray!)

One more class to go. I am just going to ignore the ominous lurching in my stomach and trust that it will remain lurchiness and not progress to anything more violent. Sounds like a plan, right?

Off to cozy up with PowerPoint again...