There Ain't No Tired Like First Week of School Tired

This week, I began my 19th year of teaching.  After two years of chaos and unprofessionalism on the part of our "leader", the calm manner in which we started this school year has me cautiously optimistic over the 2018-19 school year.  I am still in 3rd grade, a high-stakes testing grade, which doesn't make me thrilled, but since I am better prepared with what to expect from the kids and myself adds some stability to my thoughts on that as well.
I am EXHAUSTED this weekend.  All I want to do is lay low today, but if I do, the piles of work that I brought home to work on will somehow multiply.  That's the thing about the beginning of the year.  In addition to the teaching part, there is more to create, do, write, think about, sort, color, prep, etc. than there are hours in the day.  I tell myself every year to not make those things "everything", to stop at the end of the school day and not worry about it, to not let it take up ALL my time.  But if it's not done, others will be let down - teammates, administrators, and most importantly the kids.  Things settle a bit as far as work load in a couple of months, but right now there doesn't seem to be an end to that tunnel.
I brought a teacher bag of work home with the plan of hammering it out last night, just to get it over with so Saturday and Sunday weren't about school. I only got through about half of the bag in between falling asleep twice.  While I write this, I'm having my coffee, trying to revive myself after a hard sleep.  I think I have a couple of hours left of school work to do...that is if I can stay awake.  Two days down...only 178 days to go!