Overwhelmed

This is just my first class in graduate school, and I find myself overwhelmed.
What does overwhelmed look like?

• A cold.  A sore throat and a chest cough.  Tired and tired. 

• Strange obsessive behaviors with Facebook.  Why am I checking it all the time?  Because I am on the computer writing all the time.  I might have to disable my account.  I look at FB as the computer version of the break room-  sometimes you go in there and someone has brought in donuts!  Hurray!  And sometimes you go in there to hide from doing any actual work.  Unfortunately I have been using it to hide.
• An inability to keep up with my daily life.  I had a meeting last night and completely forgot to reschedule my studio time.  I was emailing parents at the last minute trying to reschedule for the weekend.  Only one kid fell through the cracks, but I strive to maintain consistency for lessons.  I have never forgotten to reschedule a night off in 12 years of teaching.    
• An inability to keep up with home life.  I find myself on the computer so much that I am neglecting the kids, not cooking, laundry is piling up, and I am not respecting my self imposed boundaries of working only while the kids are asleep.  This is project week, so I should cut myself a little slack.   

This is a journey, not a sprint.  This is a journey, not a sprint.  This is a journey, not a sprint.  

On the upside, I really love the work.  I love writing, I love revising, and I love thinking.  

Ok.  It's just this week.  I can get through it.  

September Daybook

The first cold morning of the season is here!
I am.... snuggled up in my best chair with my favorite blanket wrapped around me.  It was dark when I got up, but now the sun is playing with the trees, stretching long shadows across my street.  It's going to be a gorgeous day.   
I am.....trying to glean research papers for source work on my group project for school.  Scholarly writing is a little dry, but even at that, I still find the subject fascinating.  While I'm working,  I can listen to Bach keyboard works, I can listen to Trio Sonatas, I cannot listen to songs.  My brain bends too close to singing than thinking.   I find myself breathing in phrases and then humming, and then completely distracted and done.   
I am.....listening to german art songs, hence the blog post vs the researching.  Now there are small people up getting zucchini bread (kunni bread as Bity calls it) and ready for breakfast.  
I can't wait to walk the kids to school, have a hot cup of tea and enjoy today.