I have been grading like a mother fucker. Evaluating the short stories took the longest, and I was also finishing a union election last week. (My Resistance Slate won. I am the chapter chair, again. #Resist!) On top of all that, my brain kept waking me up at 2, 3, 4a.m. to grade. Guilt. Sheer guilt was getting up early. I am so tired right now. However, I am looking forward to continuing with the novella. I already ended it in my head, but need to write it, which is kind of frustrating because even though I turned in my midterm grades, I need to look at creative writing portfolios. (That is going to be such a time consuming joy!)
Also, tomorrow is my daughter's birthday party at Chuck E Cheese, and I have to say I know I am going to be crying tomorrow. The managers already told me it will be mass chaos, but I am bracing myself for the event. I pulled the stops with a Hello Kitty cake, treat bag items, and decorations.
We looked for Hello Kitty swag, but found none. (I am sure my husband is most grateful he won't have to wear a matching T-shirt.) Still, I bought my daughter a nice dress that she picked; yes, my two year old can pick out her own clothes. She went through three dresses, and she chose a lovely number.
Tomorrow also promises to be a warm day. So that is all I have for now.
I am secretly hoping my brain will wake me up at 2a.m. to write, but I am too tired pull that a fourth or fifth night.
Dr. Jesú Estrada,