During the average teaching week, Friday comes accompanied by exhaustion. The Bag is usually not opened on Friday night. Saturday comes and since I hold classes then, too, The Bag sits, unloved, by the door. Sometimes I have a wild Saturday night by removing and sorting contents of The Bag, but never fully clear the deck. Sunday is spent getting ready for the next week and eventually getting to the stuff in The Bag, but again, there aren't enough hours to finish it all. Then there is Sunday night.
Sunday night comes with a sense of futility that not enough was accomplished over the weekend, making the following week even more difficult. It means getting up at the crack of dawn to make sure enough was done to make the day a success. Monday morning at school The Bag disgorges its unread contents. New piles are made, and papers are grabbed from the "overdue" piles throughout the week as often as possible to get caught up. New piles are added. The workflow never ends.
This is not a complaint -- just a description. I love every minute and every piece of work my students submit as it gives me an opportunity to help them, in little ways, to be more accomplished. That's what makes teaching so great. The feeling of Doom on a Sunday night, however, is not that fun. The plot is thicker right now as I have to plan 2-4 weeks out for back surgery amidst planning the curriculum. Oh boy. Hoping The Bag is full during this time -- it would feel so good to finally see the bottom of it!