My two work days are Tuesday and Friday. I teach the same course on both days, and there is a new lesson and lab each week. As a result Tuesdays have emerged as the stressful, not-fun day while Fridays are lots of competent, been-there-done-that, this-is-how-it's-supposed-to-be fun. Last week my Tuesday lab ran OVER the allotted time and my Friday lab ended an hour early. Good times.
I am also having some trouble fitting in planning time over the weekend. I don't need a lot, but I do need to relearn the material and plan a short lecture. That usually falls to Monday evening, which is fine because since our TV stopped picking up Fox I no longer have anything else to do Monday nights.
I didn't think I was too stressed out by this situation until I found myself standing in our bedroom at two o'clock this morning with all the lights on yelling at Ryan.
"GET UP!!!! GETUP GETUP GETUP GETUP! WE'RE LATE!!!"
"Wha? [unintelligible] What the hell?"
"IT'S TWO O'CLOCK!!!!! GET UP!! WE'RE LATE!!!"
"Bec, it's two o'clock IN THE MORNING. Please come back to bed."
"What? Oh. OK."
Clearly my exhausted mind hadn't stopped to consider that if it was indeed two o'clock in the afternoon I wouldn't have had to turn all the lights on.