Don't know if the creeping tired is a way for my body to recover or for my mind to recover. Because after teaching and holding everything together for a while or days or whatnot, on my less programmed days, at my less programmed times, I become EXHAUSTED.
Like there is only enough energy to do the required things. And nothing left extra. Morning things are okay. Afternoon things are not. This is something I should mention to Psychiatrist today. My goal is to remember what his name actually is. I know it starts with a G or a J. And I think it ends with an N. And the name reminds me of a French word for something. That's all I've got.
Saturday morning was quite challenging at work. The custodian (substitute for our interim) was not there to open the building and I had to make many many calls to (mostly closed) district offices to figure out what to do. Meanwhile my adult students were showing up (no worries there) AND a bunch of kids were showing up for Chinese Language classes. (worries there. Had to make sure that no one just dropped their kids off when we couldn't get into the building).
So I had lunch at a Vietnamese Restaurant on my walk home and then collapsed into nap/read/exhaustion afternoon.
Sunday went to Quaker meeting, semi-responsibly shopped at Goodwill (as well as turning in all 7 bags of donations for the week) and then came home and collapsed into nap/read/exhaustion. Also discovered that I had forgotten to take my morning meds. Crap.
I find myself wondering which other members of my family had bipolar. If any. Just curious.
Quaker, teacher, parent,