6 am: Alarm. $%^&
6:01: Turn on water heater
6:02: Turn on computer. Check bus schedule. Check email. Check facebook.
6:15: Get in shower. Water heater has not yet kicked in.
6:16: $%^&
6:25: Turn off useless $%^&ing water heater. Get dressed
6:35: Make breakfast.
6:40: Eat breakfast. Check weather. Check news. Check purse for all necessary items.
6:50: Do make-up. Get asked why I don't eat enough for breakfast. "Eating enough" constitutes having caloric content equivalent to two days worth of food. Could do it in theory, but would be circus fat at end of summer. Do not explain this to The Safta
7: Leave the house. Am not on way to being circus fat. Miss first bus. Race to catch second bus. Sigh.
7:40, if first bus, 7:50, if second: Buy coffee and water bottle, go to school
8:01: Get to school. Get yelled at for being a minute late. Was not in army. It shows.
8:30: therapytherapytherapytherapy
9: Check email. Check facebook. Kick out nonverbal teenager who for unmentionable reasons is no longer allowed to use the computers without supervision. Get involved in 10 minute long discussion with nonverbal teenager as to why he is no longer allowed to use the computer room without supervision.
9:05: Lose patience. Threaten to count to five. Count to five. Raise voice significantly. At nonverbal teenager. Irrrrrrrrrrrrrrrony.
9:30: therapytherapytherapytherapy
10: Observation, discussion, more email time.
11: therapytherapytherapytherapy
11:30: Listen, in case you were curious I....spend a significant amount of my day in front of the computer. It goes without saying that 11:30-12 is email time.
12: Lunch time for the kiddies. Pick at boxed lunches. Unimpressed most of the time, but every now and again the caterers surprise me
1-2:30: Either therapytherapytherapy or going home time, depending on my supervisor's mood.
2:35: Israeli public transportation system, which represents the third rung of Hell. Note to the Israeli public: Neither showering nor deodorant are illegal in this country.
3ish: Either the gym or nap, depending on my bedtime the night before
6ish: Either the gym or nap, depending on my answer to the previous question
7 or 8ish: Dinner with The Safta. Repeat aforementioned caloric-content dance
9: Watch House with The Safta. The Safta kind of rocks, just so you know.
10:Therapy reports and lesson plan writing, which should have been done by 4.
11: Race around getting other things dealt with for the next day, peeking in and out of the tv where The Safta is watching Law and Order
12: Bedtime
6:01: Turn on water heater
6:02: Turn on computer. Check bus schedule. Check email. Check facebook.
6:15: Get in shower. Water heater has not yet kicked in.
6:16: $%^&
6:25: Turn off useless $%^&ing water heater. Get dressed
6:35: Make breakfast.
6:40: Eat breakfast. Check weather. Check news. Check purse for all necessary items.
6:50: Do make-up. Get asked why I don't eat enough for breakfast. "Eating enough" constitutes having caloric content equivalent to two days worth of food. Could do it in theory, but would be circus fat at end of summer. Do not explain this to The Safta
7: Leave the house. Am not on way to being circus fat. Miss first bus. Race to catch second bus. Sigh.
7:40, if first bus, 7:50, if second: Buy coffee and water bottle, go to school
8:01: Get to school. Get yelled at for being a minute late. Was not in army. It shows.
8:30: therapytherapytherapytherapy
9: Check email. Check facebook. Kick out nonverbal teenager who for unmentionable reasons is no longer allowed to use the computers without supervision. Get involved in 10 minute long discussion with nonverbal teenager as to why he is no longer allowed to use the computer room without supervision.
9:05: Lose patience. Threaten to count to five. Count to five. Raise voice significantly. At nonverbal teenager. Irrrrrrrrrrrrrrrony.
9:30: therapytherapytherapytherapy
10: Observation, discussion, more email time.
11: therapytherapytherapytherapy
11:30: Listen, in case you were curious I....spend a significant amount of my day in front of the computer. It goes without saying that 11:30-12 is email time.
12: Lunch time for the kiddies. Pick at boxed lunches. Unimpressed most of the time, but every now and again the caterers surprise me
1-2:30: Either therapytherapytherapy or going home time, depending on my supervisor's mood.
2:35: Israeli public transportation system, which represents the third rung of Hell. Note to the Israeli public: Neither showering nor deodorant are illegal in this country.
3ish: Either the gym or nap, depending on my bedtime the night before
6ish: Either the gym or nap, depending on my answer to the previous question
7 or 8ish: Dinner with The Safta. Repeat aforementioned caloric-content dance
9: Watch House with The Safta. The Safta kind of rocks, just so you know.
10:Therapy reports and lesson plan writing, which should have been done by 4.
11: Race around getting other things dealt with for the next day, peeking in and out of the tv where The Safta is watching Law and Order
12: Bedtime
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