I’m up

I’m up. Really I am!

I just can’t move. 

OK, so I’m not up. My eyes have opened a couple of times. My arm moved so my hand could turn off the alarm. 

I’m whipped. I’m beat. I’m slammed.

I’m all those things that happen the beginning of every single school year. 

There are so many things I’ll miss about school. The smiles. The children who hugged me so hard it pinched. The stories about summer vacation. There will be so many to write about. 

Days like yesterday are not one of them. Days when you leave the house long before the still summer sun comes up and come home when it has set. 

I used to consider possible ways to fix this. Ways to tackle the bureaucracy to eliminate the cycles of exhaustion. There has to be a solution, so I thought, planned, pursued, shared, reflected, revamped. Ideas to be implemented. But slowly as the year moved forward, the tiredness would fade from memory. Routine would set in. Ideas forgotten.

I used to think of ways to fix this. Used to. I know there is someone to pick up the torch from me as I approach retirement just as I picked it up from some instigator before me. 

Right now, I just need to get up and start this new glorious day that lies ahead.