I'm free, to do what I want, any ol' time...

By a miracle of God, I got my work done by 7:30 am.

I have this new lifestyle. This college-esque work hard, party hard weekend mentality. While it's my mental and emotional savior, it really put in a chink in the chain of my productivity. Both Friday and Saturday nights (er, Saturday and Sunday mornings) I went to bed around 5 am. I awoke around 1:30 pm. "Crazy," you say? "Un-Sheri-like?" Why, yes. But this seems to be my new weekend trend.

And yesterday around 2, I was faced with a massive amount of work that had to be done, both because of actual deadlines and the fact that I had to teach today and had nothing prepared. I worked at a snail's pace for a good number of hours, and still there was a mountain of work with a "To-Do" tag and both hours and energy waning.

So what did I do? I got up at 3:45 this morning and got to school at exactly 5:30. I was officially the first person on campus. And with good reason. I'm apparently crazy.

But between 5:30 and 7:30 this morning, I was more productive than I've been in days. I prepped lessons for my classes, made copies, wrote 15 student reports, and made a list of all of the things I need to accomplish this week.

Maybe my mom's right. Maybe I am a master procrastinator. But "master" is the only word I'm focusing on in that phrase.

I have no intentions of giving up my crazy weekend hours. At least not yet. I need them to feel alive and to feel young. And there's not a lot that's doing that for me these days, so I'll take it when I can get it.

This does mean, however, that I will be going to bed tonight before most senior citizens.

C'est la vie.