This month, I am teaching a split shift. Split shifts are rough on the body and the mind because the spread of the hours is so exhausting. I have to start teaching at 8:30 am and that runs till almost 1 pm. I get a stretch of hours in the middle then until I start again at 6 pm and teach all the way until 10 pm. I'll go home tonight, whine a bit about food, and then sleep. Luckily, I don't have to teach tomorrow.
Big Guy agreed to let me take his laptop to work with me, so I can sit in the adjunct office during the stretch of time where I don't have class and work on class stuff. I will find this extremely helpful this month. The free time in the middle of the day allowed me to get my morning class papers graded already. I also was able to look at the books and figure out what I wanted to make copies of for my class before they got here. I ought to plan what I want them to do for homework on Thursday, but I am seriously considering a power nap.
Big Guy has also been packing a lunch for me for prevention of passing out during the day. It is something I truly appreciate and I love having a husband who wants to take care of me. He loves me, wants me to be happy, healthy and comfortable. Unfortunately, that's not something that often happens over the course of a split shift month. My program director tries not to give her instructors two split shifts in a row because it's horrible. You really do put in 14 hour days and can't do anything outside of school on those days. The funny/horrible part of this month's split shift is we're moving at the same time. Feel pity for Big Guy, who is taking care of Little Guy and packing all on his own. I'll be able to get some of it done on Wednesdays and weekends, but the bulk of it falls to him.
Yesterday, he got a ton of stuff packed in Little Guy's room. It was impressive, considering Little Guy (like his mother) likes to be able to see everything he owns. I adamantly refused to go in his room because I was terrified I was going to break something. Last night, when I got home, Big Guy showed me that not only could we walk on his floor now, but there were "See You Later" boxes packed of toys. Little Guy and Big Guy had decided what was going to be packed.
I'm hopeful that more stuff will be packed today, but my two Guys may decide to nap instead. The split shift is hard on all of us. Bleh, reading this over, I can tell my brain is mush right now. Back to the grind goeth I.