Some days I feel like Sisyphus, carrying the same basket of
laundry upstairs just to have it end up downstairs to be washed, or picking up
toys just to have them appear on the floor as if a godly punishment for
hubris. Again and again, day in and day out. Some days are better than others.
However, this week, it was especially Sisyphistic.
Yep, that’s right. I just used that adjective. Check it out
on Google in a month and see if it has caught on with the teenagers, “Hey
Jennifer, you are looking totally Sisyphistic with your physics textbook.”
Anyway, I do have a point. And an education
point at that. It goes like this . . .
