Fragmented self portrait

I am lucky to be able to do what I love. But before I can get into the classroom and share with my students the love , the real passion for exploring in paint or photoshop or mixed media, I have to attend a gazillion meetings and learn new grade tracking programs. There is so much pressure to learn new protocols, write up curricula in new languages, meet new colleagues, get the rooms ready for the start of school, that I can barely think straight by evening. I am no longer the newest art teacher, and I have so many hats to wear this year that I am not sure of how to make smooth shifts between them.
Add hot flashes and power outages and this is me:

And this is my sketchbook page: