We came home from “break” on Thursday. While the girls were on break, I did my best to keep up at work while we were away at the beach. I kept up overall, but still managed to feel like I fell behind. Deadlines were not communicated properly, and I now see that I’ve missed one. It isn’t the end of the world; I don’t think that much changed; and it is only a “first” deadline. But I hate the feeling of missing a due date.
And now I’m coming up on due dates in my two Coursera classes. Of course, these are classes I’m taking out of curiosity only … what’s the difference if I miss the deadline on a project for the classes that I only intended on “auditing” anyway?
I’m behind on cleaning. On setting up the home we’ve now been in for over half a year. On getting ready for our two upcoming trips. On updating websites for our current community and our previous community. On taking care of myself. Behind, behind, behind.
My optimistic self has hopes that this week will be my week. I will get caught up this week. Here’s to getting caught up at work, in my classes and on my to-do lists…. It has to happen at some point, right?
