I was supposed to get up an hour ago. The sun isn't even completely up, and I've already disappointed myself.
Why do I feel this way? I'm on summer break! I should be luxuriating in the ability to arise whenever I feel like it (except for the next three days, when I'm back to work hours for iPadPalooza).
There's this urgency for me to be up and at 'em on these fleeting vacation days, to tick tasks off my to-do list that seems to grow exponentially while I'm working. Teachers don't do spring cleaning--they do summer cleaning. And summer reading, and planning, and professional development.
I've also had more restless nights since school got out than I had during my last work calendar. Library needs, lesson ideas, work-related issues have kept me awake at least twice this past week. This rarely happens August through May.
There have been attempts to get into summer mode: a lazy day last Friday, swimming, sitting on the back porch celebrating the solstice yesterday. Going braless at home (I had forgotten how good that feels!). But I'm still driven to fill up my planning diary with self-imposed assignments.
Maybe this is a detoxification process, my mind and body shaking off the stress of the school year, like a fever burning off an infection. Infectious laughter would be more suitable for this season of rest and rejuvenation.
|Summer solstice sun, from my backyard.|