*WARNING: This post is pensive. If you’re here to see action shots of my precious children, scroll down to “Happy 2010”. 🙂*
Tonight (January 1, 2010) I was working on categorizing my old posts. Here is my post from January 1, 2009.
Below is a post I did back at the very tippy end of September–the draft saved info says “last edited by Roxanne on September 28, 2009 at 6:53 AM.” I speak of sick children, and then I list all the things I did over my four day weekend I “got” (as though it were a gift) because the children were sick. And, quite truthfully, I really cannot remember having that much energy–or being that productive–or being able to juggle than many things at one time in recent history. And it was a mere 3 months and a handful of days ago.
As I read over them, I found that I used to be funny. I think. And I used to write. Like words. Obviously, that’s not been happening as of late. I keep trying to find them–the words–but they are lost to me right now. I put up pictures. . .the carriers of 1,000 words that I seem to have lost. . .in an effort to continue existing over here. So, read my words from September, and I’ll get back to seeing if I can find that gal and her words and her humor and her over-use of the dash. . .and the ellipses. She’s bound to be around here somewhere. Right?
Well, here I am. Took a break from grading papers to actually attend to this blog for a moment. Let me say that I HIGHLY recommend a four day weekend every week. I think we would ALL be much more rested AND productive. We will just, for now, ignore the fact that I have HAD this four days because both of my children are ill and I am burning up my days off as though I have a million to use and just go with the whole “4-day-weekends-are-great-concept.”
Last Friday I did absolutely NOTHING but take care of the sick girl and lay around with her. Oh–I made dinner, but that was about it.
Saturday I folded some clothes and thought about working and took care of the sick girl and played with the boy and helped Tony.
Sunday Thad woke up sick, so I had two children to monitor, but they shuffled along nicely after some Motrin and TLC, made a bunch of healthy quick breads, did several loads of dishes, excavated the kitchen counters AND the breakfast room table, sorted my school work so I could grade it, made lesson plans for the sub, you get the idea. Two days of not so much turned into a 3rd day of doing quite a bit BECAUSE, I knew that with two kids sick I would be home today–
Monday. And here I am. It’s 6:47 a.m. One child has been up, medicated, hugged, and is back to sleep. Saw Tony off to work, had breakfast, graded a set of papers and now this. And I haven’t even yawned.
A four day weekend. It’s a good thing. (Insert cheesy grin here.)——————————————————————–
(January 2, 2010) Still looking. . .