I'm in recovery mode as I write, but in a good way. This weekend was packed with activity: Friday's preparation for our house rental, Saturday's Homecoming celebration that culminated when my husband took me on a date (a date!) without kids (without kids!) to the PSU game (victory in quadruple overtime!), and then Sunday's family outing to a local farm.
Ultimately, as all weekends must do, this weekend's compounded awesomeness had to come to an end, and it did so last night at 8:00 p.m. when I surveyed the house and realized that a new week was almost upon us. We still had to unpack our weekend bags, re-situate our belongings, and launder a mountain of towels and sheets from the rental. I also still had a small pile of essays to grade.
Ah, those essays.
You see, last week I told my students that my goal was to return their papers on Monday. I made this announcement because I knew it would force me to stick to my guns and deliver. The same premise explains why I've blogged each day of October (because I told you that I would) and why I'm currently, even if slowly, building up my running stamina (because I promised a friend that I'd join her in her half-marathon pursuits.)
Without these measures, I'd probably be a non-grading, non-daily-blogging, non-running person with a procrastination and laundry problem, versus what I am today: a grading, blogging, running person with just a laundry problem.
Apparently, accountability works for me. As does caffeine, which kept me going until the last essay was finished and I turned into bed at 1:15 a.m. (A special shout-out to acknowledge the obnoxiously large sweet tea from McDonalds that I downed mid-afternoon. Truly, I couldn't have done it without you.)
Accountability is sweet in so many ways.