There are two words that I absolutely love for the way they sound: bog and mire. To say I've felt bogged or mired down lately would be apt. (Apt is also another word that I love. I'm such an English teacher.) I wish you could use bog as a description. "How are you doing?" "Oh, I've felt a little bog lately. How about you?"
Because if you could, I'd tell you that I felt pretty bog. I feel stuck, down, even slightly sinking. Really, I have no reason. I'm frustrated with my students and their lack of attentiveness as we work on a huge research project. I know a portion of them won't do it, and then won't understand why they failed, despite my warnings. I'm equally frustrated because I have to give away a day of time on this research project for yet another round of standardized tests.
Despite my general boggishness, though, I am so happy. I'm tired because I feel like I'm spinning in a thousand different directions, yet it's all GOOD. Friday, I have a fugly sweater party to attend! Saturday is my school's Christmas party at TJ Maloney's. I plan on eating my weight in Irish Nachos. The weekend after, Shane and I have tickets to see "Wicked," courtesy of an early Christmas gift from my parents. Part of the gift is a full day of babysitting so we can make a day of it in Chicago. And then Christmas!
Let's recap: Bogged down, yes. Happy, yes. Tired, oh hell yes. Promising to be better about blogging, despite the bogging? Yes, yes, and yes!