The Week End

It feels like yesterday I woke up and it was Monday.  How did we get to Friday so fast?  However it is that we got to this point so fast-- I am glad!

The week offered me a chance to get a few things off my chest.  I am, of late, pretty good at biting my tongue.  The older I grow the less I feel like being bothered with airing feelings...sometimes it seems like a waste of energy.  Especially when it is something you know that when it ends you never have to visit again.  But when someone invites the dialogue...how could I refuse!  It was handled calmly and professionally.  Dare I say I felt liberated?  I felt liberated.           

Saturday I will wake to canvass for Prop L.  I am doing it because it is the right thing to do: for the students and for our jobs.  Then I will bun hair for nearly the last time in marching band history as M performs the field show in her final competition.  I think I will have tears in my eyes.  I WILL have tears in my eyes.  For some reason this year I am a band field show crier. 

I look forward to the end of zero hour being a part of this family.  How could anyone not want to celebrate the elimination of packing school lunch at 5am?  The only thing greater than an hour more sleep in the morning would be winning the lottery.  And, one has to purchase a ticket to win the lottery, so extra sleep is a grand scale win for me.

Monday...don't come looking for us till after 6am.  This house is sleeping in!

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Best thing I heard on the playground this week: a second grade boy playing soccer (as he cupped his hands over his zone) "protect the jewels guys."

Worst thing I heard at work this week: there is still lice. UGH! 

Best TV this week: Project Runway Finale Part 1.  I have fallen in love with Mondo.  I didn't think I would, but I did!  I did not fall in love with Gretchen.  I didn't think I would, and I didn't! 
Worst TV: Sister Wives.  I am still trying to figure out why Princess A feels compelled to TIVO a show about a man who is so full of himself that he thinks he should have four wives?  Or that I entertained the idea of even watching the bizarre show for ten minutes.  Twisted TV!