"At once weary and content..." ~ Jane Eyre
Even a red eye from Fourbucks does not help on a Monday morning after a holiday weekend.
I purchased the tall cup - the Verona blend with a shot of expresso - not particularly paying attention to the barista who had to ask me three times if I wanted room for milk. Instead, I was paying attention to the cranberry bliss bars that I will not be tasting this holiday season. (Instead, I will taste the sweet delights of being back to a blissful size six.)
At the sugar/milk/stirrer/napkin kiosk (I think these are called kiosks, but I can't be sure. Maybe they are cream counters? Sugar centers? Stirring stations?), I looked down into the brown with hope. Perhaps this strong coffee, with skim milk trickling into it and splenda adding a robust artificially sweet flavor would save my morning.
Was the morning salvageable after the continually artistic procrastination of getting out of bed? I managed to make some very creative daydreams as I held on longer to my pillow long after my alarm clock sounded.
Alas, the morning was not to be salvaged. Despite the mild winds and bright sun of the dawn, I could not feel alive this morning.
I couldn't even cope with NPR, which is extremely rare because I love Morning Edition. Instead, I listened to Sarah McLaughlin's melancholy voice and felt rather melancholy.
I was melancholy because I wanted to be back in bed like I was this past Friday morning, on a high from the holiday festivities of the previous evening and daydreaming about the long weekend ahead. I had time to take a bath whenever I decided to get up, not a fast-paced shower. There were crossword puzzles waiting to be done, holiday menus to plan, and a double session of yoga if I so pleased.
As much as I am passionate about coffee, the red eye was no substitute for the Kona coffee I enjoyed in my press at my leisure all weekend. My red eyes looked at the red eye with hopelessness. This was no use. It wasn't going to help me; nothing could help me today.
Why?
Because it is 7:30pm and I am still not fully awake.
posted by ThursdayNext | 7:36 PM
16 Comments:
Holy smokes, do I understand the feeling! I worked a double on Thanksgiving, then Friday and Saturday dinner shifts. I spent my time in between attempting to finalize the pieces of art work that I'm putting in a show on Thursday. I've also cut coffee out of my diet temporarily (trying to be a little more healthy)
My ass was a-draggin' this morning. The kids in my art therapy group did NOT see my A game.
HAha!! Thursday, that is hilarious. I found myself thinking the same thing as I was stumbling over my own feet on the treadmill at 5:30pm--"Wait.What's going on here--how did it get to be Monday?"
At least we have the Christmas holidays to look forward to--and as a teacher, your break must be absolutely divine...=-)
You're so cute when you're tired, Thursday. I picture you being eternally perky, even at 2am. I guess even the greats get tired, huh? Teaching does wear one out. Hence, I am no longer a teacher!
Good luck as you get back in the swing...but remember-Christmas break comes soon!!!
:)
B12 and Green Tea together gives me a lot of energy. ME. The lazy one. ;)
Oh, I started the day with such good intentions and then realized that I would not be worth much yesterday and vowed to come in to work today and make up for it. I have, but there is still so much more to do-- I just wish it were Friday morning again-- ahhh to have three more days.
I hope your Thanksgiving was amazing!!!!
Oh, back to school blues is horrible. Tip for survival (proven to be succesful): Buy yourself a new, really nicely decorated big cup to use in school which can be refilled with gingerbread spice celestial seasonings tea all day!!!
That's what you get for going to Fourbux in the firstplace!!
WIP ~ I hope you take photos of your show and post them on your blog. :) I want to see more of your artwork - you are so very talented!
Ryane ~ Tread at 5:30am? OMG. That is just...well...GAH!
Marty ~ Amen to teaching wearing one out! I admit I am cheating a little bit this week and showing my students the film version of "Death of a Salesman." I don't show films often, but I am a draggin'!
Kels ~ Oh I can relate to that one! Turkey Day was awesome and I am so excited for the days to come in December.
Frumteacher ~ Your idea is sheer brilliance and I went to Waldbaum's last night and got the tea. I tried it last night and it is delicious!!!!!!!!!!1
Barry ~ Giggle. :)
Thursday: hahahHA.
ummmm, no. That would be treadmill at 5:30 PM!! The only tread I am on at 5:30am would be the one that takes me to the coffee pot...hahaha. =-)
/bark bark bark
its hard coming off a holiday! double yoga! i bet you are 6 right now! red bull and an expresso shooter. there ya go.
/grrrr
oh amen sister!
my holiday was restful, leisurely...and then...
bam!
back to reality. back to bleary-eyed students who are scrambling in horror as the clock has ticked and tocked and the pages of the calendar have been torn off, revealing only three short weeks of the semester left. they are all spastic with worry and asking, "how can i get an A?" "a B?" "How can i pass? What can I tell them? That they should have asked that question 12 weeks ago?
Look i said, "see that light at the end of the tunnel? it's a train barreling down the tracks. and it's headed right for us!"
no amount of red eye will help.
Seriously, it is Wednesday and I am still coping with the fact that I am at work. It was just four days at home, not like a month long vacation or anything. Jeesh. Maybe it is because it is dark in the morning and dark at night.
Holding my breath until Christmas!
Mmmm coffee, I don't care if it's good or bad for you, if I'm to be chemically addicted to at least one stimulant, it'll be caffiene.
I have this theory that all the most interesting, creative and sexy people I know are complete and utter caffiene addicts. Looks like my theory holds water so far.
Peej
x
I totally share the feeling of shlepping yourself through the last weeks before wintervacation. I am keeping myself inspired with one of the best novels recently published: Teacher man by Frank McCourt (from Angela's Ashes). Awesome! About his 30 yrs exeperience teaching English literature in New York public schools.
Poor Baby...:)
I was so happy to see Monday. The kids got dressed (struggled actually), drove the mommy crazy....and once they were all off to school I snuggled in for the paper and my coffee.
Oooooh I bought a little pumpkin spice creamer for my coffee over the holiday weekend. I thought of you and how much you'd probably like it. It was just enough..not too sweet..yummy.
xoxo
C
yo, don't drink that 'bucks stuff. shame!
i know we used to hang there, but that's back when we were dorks.
go for your own beans, grinder and french press. then you'll be amongst us coffee elite. 5 mins and you'll have your own real beverage.
also, i can't wait to see you in the pink and brown sweater!
;)
I really should be working on my final paper for British Romantic Prose & Poetry, but it's been awhile since I had a ThursdayNext-fix, so I snuck away. Man, I could feel the enervation, but you put everything so beautifully, I can't help but feel better for the sharing of your blue notes. You take the lows and you make it sing.
Btw, I saw on a contest on a cover of a magazine where you could win Rachel Ray's knife. Maybe you should enter, so you could win and test it's sharpness on her.
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