snotty girl

7 short days ago I welcomed the idea of having a week spent in bed with nothing more than a droning television or a good book to entertain me. Alas, 6 days later and I find myself attempting to accomplish as many different things as one lone woman can manage from her attic bedroom. The laundry has been washed, dried and put away. A grade 8 Late-Middle Ages unit plan sits contentedly to the side awaiting the arrival of all accompanying lesson plans, and Jessica has been indefinitely put on hold so that I may feel a sense of transcription advancement, and actually have something prepared to email the boss before she cuts off my pay forever. Whew *she wipes her brow*, but I remain bored, lonely, cranky and still a little sore.
Time for reflection can be good. Unfortunately for me I tend to imagine rather than reflect and while oftentimes my daydreams are entertaining they are rarely realistic or even feasible. I allow myself instead to feel somewhat sad, missing passionate kisses, loud laughter and music, and an overwhelming sense of panic that nothing will be ready in time.
And then I breath~ think of Friday- tomorrow not the last one, and I look forward to being out, being in, being touched, being talked to and snuggled against.
breath~ next week, Wednesday actually, head first into teaching after feeling completely out of touch, and I know that I will do just fine because even if I choke, forget everything I have learned about Egypt in the last month, turn brilliant pink in the cheeks or even trip and land on my new nose, they will all forgive me as long as I take the time to laugh at myself with them.
sigh~what I wouldn't do for a warm body tonight, soft murmerings in my ear, the sense of taste... mmhhh capuccino has never tasted so sweet...

this week I would like to *squeeze* everyone/anyone
except maybe...
no, them too!