Manging Insanity

I usually don't have a problem with saying "no" to things. I'm actually, quite good at it. However, when it came time to choose between several part-time jobs, the word suddenly evacuated itself from my vocabulary and I found myself oddly over-employed. I had not one, not two, not even three, but 4 (yeah, insane) FOUR jobs. I somehow managed to schedule myself 12 hour days on Mondays and Wednesdays, 8 hour days on Tuesdays, and Fridays, and somewhere in all of that, I was supposed to do 11 preps for classes PLUS the grading. I stopped sleeping. Or if I slept, I dreamt about lesson plans and I started waking up in the mornings with sore jaw muscles from grinding my teeth. A little stressed out. So today, I quit one of the four - the night job, the one that actually gives me the most pleasure, but is totally unnecessary. As much as I love those students, I wasn't able to give them the attention they deserved, and my students in my full-time job were suffering from lack of planning and feedback on my part. As soon as I sent the email....instant relief. *aaahhhhh* I hope tonight I will dream of something other than how to explain the present perfect progressive.