The summer is going... going... going.... (Patreon)
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I feel like such a... okay, I won't say failure, but failurish this summer. I had planned to get Ends, Means done (check), do a major overhaul of Aberrant Magic 7 (1/2 done), and finish The Witness Wore a Puppy Tail (HA ha ha ha ha ha ha). Yeah. Not so much. What have I done? Sweated, wandered the house confused while trying to figure out what I was looking for, and tossed all night. I love the lack of periods, but this menopause thing is SHIT. Pure, unadulterated SHIT.
And now... and NOW... school meetings have started and they've given me a newbie--a baby teacher straight out of college who doesn't know a Roman from an Etruscan religious belief and can't even start a conversation about trade in the ancient world. SAVE ME. Please. Either that or shoot me. What should be fifteen minutes of me deciding the first two weeks and making sure I have Powerpoints and photocopies made is now three hours of why, when, why, where, why, how, why.
I know. I know she needs to start somewhere and it's way better to have a young teacher that asks questions than not. I can already tell that in the long run she's going to be a great teacher. This is all good.
Only...
Three fucking hours. Three. I'm going to kill her or myself.
And I'm quickly hating myself for how much I'm hating her when she's lovely and bright and a frikken sponge when it comes to the nuts and bolts of teaching. I'm turning into a curmudgeon. The year I'm going through menopause might not be the best year to mentor an early-twenties young 'un.
I want to come home and write and instead I collapse face-first on the bed and listen to Dr. Phil to remind myself that there are people out there more morally bankrupt than I am. Hating a bright, bubbly person for being bright and bubbly won't quite win me a ticket to the Bad Place, but Lord, I might put a downpayment on a ticket if she won't leave me alone to be old and crotchety by myself for just a little bit.
Is that too much to ask?
Oh, and if we're going for wishes, I also want time to stop so I can work on orphan!verse and Earth Husbands and all the fun universes I want to write in, and I can't do that when I have to spend three hours doing fifteen minutes of work.