I’ve been doing my level best* to confine my teaching–including prep work, etc.–to Tuesdays and Thursdays, leaving M/W/F for dissertation. But I keep falling behind, and this week I had to stay up late on Monday and get up early on Tuesday to grade and prep lectures. Predictably, classes yesterday went poorly. Fine; we’re allowed bad days, I say. I’m more concerned that I was a truly grumpy and unpleasant bastard from Monday night through Tuesday. The students, fortunately, didn’t bear the brunt of it. My spouse, unfortunately, did. Turns out I’ve developed an impossible need for absolute silence when I work, and it becomes even more exacerbated when I’m under the gun. My spouse having the audacity to breathe or offer me a glass of water–well, that was simply unacceptable, and I delivered a few sharp and extremely ill-advised remarks. Ugh. Apologies galore, and my spouse forgave and understood, proving once again that I am the junior partner in the relationship.
Lessons learned? Get my shit done during the day, especially if it’s due tomorrow. If I’m going to work in the evening, choose stuff that’s not time-sensitive–reading a book for my dissertation is fine, but grading papers that need to be returned tomorrow is not. And if that means that I need to do teaching prep during part of a dissertation day, so be it.
* I love that phrase. It ranks right up there with “I don’t give a flying fuck.” Which, of course, I shouldn’t say. Dirty, dirty words.