I think there should be a socially recognized wallowing window. It's not exactly "wear solid black and a full veil for a year", but "take the night off and have some cookie dough and booze" has its place.
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Wallowing is rarely the right call, but sometimes it's the only thing I can manage.
It's definitely not the healthy long-term strategy, but some cathartic wallowing is sometimes what you need. And sometimes it's all you can manage, so it's what you do.
I think wallowing gets a bad rap. Sometimes you gotta lay low so you can get to where you don't need to anymore.
I think there should be a socially recognized wallowing window.
Yes. Good lord, yes.
Wallow is a funny word. The more I say it, the funnier it gets. Wallow wallow wallow wallow.
"take the night off and have some cookie dough and booze"
Oh by all means, YES to cookie dough and booze! And yes to going to bed early and just giving up on the day. My wallowing tends to be of a significantly more morose variety. And even then, as I said, I think sometimes you do what you got to do.
I'm in the "wallow on the day of" camp, and then try to snap-to on the next day: hot shower, cup of coffee, face the day. However, I make exceptions for a day two wallow if it's really bad.
After that, you're just resetting your neurotransmitters to "low."
What's up, Pix?Nothing earth shattering—just very overwhelmed at work since I am attempting to (pretty much singlehandedly):
- hire a new teacher (including doing all screening/initial interviewing/scheduling/prepping/follow-up for the campus visits since our admin and staff are just as swamped);
- coordinate the school's annual poetry contest for National Poetry Month;
- oversee the student newspaper's digital public release (link on my FB if you want to see; I don't want to link from here), which means doing a complete copy-edit;
- write copy for the new school website page about my department;
- get my seniors ready for the AP Lit test (a week from Thursday), which includes staying after the next two days to proctor practice tests;
- plan an "Antigone trial" for the 6th graders
- create a master book list for all of our English courses and submit them electronically to our textbook company; and,
- GRADE ALL THE THINGS.
I could do everything else if it weren't for the last one, but the last one has me right over the edge.
Oh, and I'm also training for my first 5K, which I will run this Sunday. I've been really good about eating well and exercising until today, when I got so stressed that I ate an entire bag of gummy bears.
But I'm not unhappy. I'm just feeling stretched a wee bit thin.
I'm just feeling stretched a wee bit thin.
Jeez, no kidding!
Students should copy-edit their own digital public release, though. That's where I'd hand off.
They have. Ultimately, though, it's my ass on the line as the adult advisor, so I have to triple check it. I copy-edit every article after my (awesome, graduating) editor-in-chief does so.
ETA: I should add that the paper is a club, not a class, so there's no accountability. Except for me. The Big Boss definitely holds me accountable. The good news is that I get to teach this as an elective class next year, though, so that's progress.