The three day weekend can be overrated, but sometimes they are just what the body and soul need. Thursday’s school day was cut short due to sleet and a forecast that predicted more for the remainder of the day. Super L and I had a long and tedious drive home, but we arrived safely. I want to give major kudos to any driver who was with me on west bound I70 last Thursday between 12.30 and 1:30. Nobody was doing anything stupid (at least on the stretch of interstate that we were on) and I pray we all arrived at our destinations safely.
Anyway, Friday was a snow day for me and for Little Miss G. Sometimes a whole day at home is too much togetherness, but the girls were golden. And I, who am notoriously slow about actually getting the house clean (because I start one room without finishing it because I get distracted by something else in another room) managed to have it all done by 4:30 when John got home from work. I even cooked dinner. I was even able to get some grading done Friday night. And I know it sounds dumb, but this productivity set the tone for my entire weekend.
Making such a big deal about productivity is dumb, but right now I have so many responsibilities pulling me in opposite directions, it was sooo very nice to have a day in which my only cares were to be with the kids and make our home a little bit more comfortable. I still have those other responsibilities–some papers to grade, some homework to record. I have about 80 pages to read and a 5 page paper due by Wednesday for my Theory of Rhetoric class. Try not to be jealous that you don’t get to sit in this class every Wednesday night instead of, oh say, watch American Idol.
Saturday was ceramics class. I finally successfully threw a bowl on the wheel. And I must say, it was pretty darn good. You can actually tell what it is. I also got to glaze my pinch pot and my coiled container. We’ll see how they turned out once they’re fired. I also substitute taught in the 3 year-old class at church last night. We only had three 3 year olds, and I had two teen helpers, so it was totally manageable. We did a lot of jumping and reciting of the memory verse. It went like this:
[jump] God [jump] hears [jump] our [jump] prayers! [repeat to get to the other side of the room]
Upon reaching the wall on the opposite side of the room, the little sweeties jumped up and down some more, “Again, Again!!!” while I panted just to catch my breath. Seriously, jumping 8 times has me this winded? Yep.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
So we do it again. After about 3 trips back and forth I was seriously fatigued and, frankly, a little surprised that I hadn’t needed to run off to the ladies room with all of that jumping. In my teens and twenties, I used to be in really good physical shape, it still shocks me sometimes just how out of shape I am. For example, a few weeks ago I had been feeling really cruddy. Achy, but not with flu symptoms. I decided that I needed to get out and do some walking to just stretch out and loosen up a bit, so I went to the indoor track on campus. I did feel a lot better afterwards, but the next morning my abs hurt. My abs hurt? Am I really in such bad shape that after a vigorous walk my abs hurt? Apparently so. [sigh] My good friend, J, and I were talking Friday and she was telling me how she and her husband went out to eat and sitting near their table was a group of mid-twentysomethings just starting their careers. She said she told her husband, “That’s how I still see myself.” I agreed. It’s weird to think that we’re already just a little bit beyond that stage. Not a lot. Just a little. But still, it goes by so dang quickly.
So today is laundry/homework reading/starting my paper day. We may have some company this afternoon, so I need to do the breakfast dishes. Tonight I hope that my darling children will let me watch at least some of the Oscars. This is the only awards show I make an effort to watch.
So that’s my weekend. Riveting, isn’t it?