The Perfect Day

Today I slept in, which was positively blissful. Henry woke up early, but I moved his crate to the craft room and promptly went back to sleep. I finally got up around 9:30 (after eleven hours in bed) and showered. I found out a cute pair of capris fits me that I didn't think would, so I dressed very nicely.

We went to buy new bras this morning at 11:30 or so. Henry likes to chew mine up. Its my fault, of course, for leaving them within reach of our little pirahna, but that won't replace the bras. Never mind the fact that the bras I love to wear date back to high school.

We ate lunch at Thai '99, where I had some good pad thai and great conversation. We later went to the driving range and then headed home. I watched "The Million Dollar Recipe" about Pillsbury's annual "bake-off," and "Forty Deuce," about burlesque dancers. Troy and I are currently working on the tub in our bathroom. We're removing old moldy caulk and going to replace it with new clean caulk. I was about to keel over from the bleach fumes.

So a lot of people might think my day was thoroughly boring and useless. Why then, you might ask, would I say its perfect? Because I've spent the last twelve hours completely in the company of my husband, and we've gotten along amazingly well. We were talking today about how proud we are to have kept this marriage going. Its been really hard, I mean REALLY hard sometimes, for the both of us. But we haven't given up, and days like this are the reward. You spend all that time with the one person that knows you better than anyone else. They remember the clothes you owned five years ago that you'd even forgotten you had. You have such a history with that person that its like... I can't even think of a good analogy there. I just have to say, I love Troy.

I Survived!

I was thinking about it last night, and today was my fourth Field Day. We've really put down roots here in Lynchburg. As much as we talk about moving, I don't know that I'd adjust well to leaving this area. Its the first geographic place that's really our own. We have our own jobs, our own home, our own friends... Kind of neat, really.

Anyway, Field Day went off without a hitch. No real injuries or problems.

We went to Isabella's for dinner last night. Not exactly a great Weight Watcher's meal, but I have some leftovers to eat for dinner tonight. Yummy! Troy can have all the cereal he wants. I'm eating gourmet.

No big plans for the weekend, just sleep and relax. Classes start back up on Monday, which I'm not exactly looking forward to. So this weekend is all about being a bum and completely loving every minute of it.

Field Day

I hate Field Day. The entire school goes outside to play stupid games, get dirty, and act crabby. Field Day is tomorrow, and I'm not excited. I will be especially angry if it rains and they postpone Field Day. I want to get it over with.

Today the second grade held a Mother's Day luncheon. I was invited to be a guest mom for a child whose own mom couldn't come. I was lucky enough to find Zarian under a table crying because his own mother couldn't come. When I told him I needed a child, he was gracious enough to be my son for half an hour. I think I've made a new life-long friend. What a darling!

My little bomb didn't go off today. I'm very glad. I don't know how ammenable I would've been.

Money!

My whole day has been spent in raptured bliss, looking at catalogues and deciding how to spend my school allowance. I've picked everything out now, and I'm getting some good stuff. I'm glad I've been frugal with some of the supplies that I inherited in the present room I'm in. Less stuff to have to buy.

The principal and assistant principal are gone today. I actually like it better without them. They don't do anything anyways. Boy if I'm not sounding really disillusioned these days.

My health is slightly better. The cough is not as horrid and I slept really well last night. Fortunately I didn't sleep TOO well, which was the problem the previous night. Looking over the topics for today's post, I realize that my life is incredibly boring and mundane.

Henry is as cute as ever. He's so excited to get loved on when you let him out of his crate in the mornings. He can barely get down the steps because he's so wiggly.

Today I learned that I'm really improving as a teacher. The proof? My absolute hero/role model, Mrs. Burns, told me that she really wasn't sure what the school would do without me. I thought I was going to explode, I felt to proud. She thinks I'm great!

Tuesday

Boy am I tired. I over-medicated myself last night for this wretched cough. I'm paying the price for using such strong cough syrup. I can barely keep my eyes open through school today. My cough is a little bit better, though.

Thanks, Teresa, for the tribute to my wardrobe assistance. You know, if you lived closer and worked at one of Virginia's numerous colleges and university as a professor, we could solve your clothing problems permanently. Just something to think about. I'm not moving to California, by the way. Its too expensive.

We've given up on discipline here at my school. I'm starting to have overtly malevolent feelings towards the principal. Our hands are tied and the kids are basically running the school. I didn't go to school for all those years (and keep going to school) to be walked on by students. Or at least, I didn't intend to get walked all over. It appears I had little choice in the matter.

Today I learned that Tussionex should be taken with caution, and you should wait at least an hour before deciding that the dose you took wasn't strong enough.

Sigh...

What a day. I thought it would go pretty smoothly, but I was wrong. I spent a good ten minutes frantically searching for a certain gentleman who decided to go out for recess even though he wasn't supposed to. I was scared he'd just run off. I should've known he'd go out to play.

On a better note, my IEP meeting went well. We all agreed on everything, and that's another worry off my shoulders. I gave the parent a ride home afterwards. She's had such a hard life and wants to apply for a Habitat house. I don't know if she owns where she lives now or not, but its a pretty run down place. However, it was clean and the yard was so nice. She's planted azaleas and tulips. I was proud for her, seeing the care that went into that yard.

I ate a bunch of M&Ms today. This has been a bad week for Weight Watchers. I'll get back on track, though, starting now. I'll finish this final this afternoon and my life will settle down. Maybe.

Today I learned that wild days go by much faster than calm ones. I think I still prefer the calm ones.

Migraine

I had a migraine today. I haven't had one since August, and it'd been a year before that one. I hate them so much. It is impossible to describe the dread I feel when the aura starts. I know what's coming, and the "blurries," as Cynthia Kaplan puts them, make you nuts. Troy's good about helping, though. This one wasn't so bad, although it hit at 7:30 pm. Usually they hit earlier in the day.

Today I learned that Henry will chew up every bra I own if I'm not careful.