Pretend for a moment that an ex-dean of yours calls and offers you a position teaching summer classes at his University.
He then sends you an application to fill out for Human Resources.
Would it be weird to use him as a reference on that application?
Also, is it possible to melt contact lenses to your eyeballs while grilling burgers?
Okay, fine–make that two questions and a statement:
It really does help to make yourself accountable for goal keeping. I know, because if I hadn’t promised publicly to make dinner a minimum of 5 out of every 7 nights this year, I’d quit. It was okay the first month or so. It was more than okay–it felt great to be that mom whose first priority was getting dinner on the table every night. Just deciding that not making dinner wasn’t an option made things surprisingly simple.
But then, I, like, totally ran out of things to make. And I was, like, so tired and stuff.
(I said that in my best sophomore voice, by the way.)
Point being, I do it whether I feel like it or not. Mostly because I don’t want to also make you dinner.
I know, I know. It’s probably just one of those weeks. I’ll be back to flour-slapping, dinner-making happy in a couple of days.
But sometimes, when I walk into a classroom and that kid at the back asks if we can just have a nap day, I totally, like, get it, you know?