I hate being sick. And for the most part, I never am. Considering all the germs that come with having 6 children coming daily to my home, and all the colds and running noses and coughing throughout the year that comes with that, I really don't catch their bugs. Thank God. But this winter, this is now the second time. It seems I just finished really getting over the one I had in December and now here I was again. And the thing with my job? I cannot take a sick day. Oh, I can call a sub in, but there is still 6 kids running around the house and because my bedroom is on the main floor, there really is no privacy to just lay around. I can hear them no matter where they are in the house, and then I'm stressed because things aren't being done by the sub the way I might do them. I know, I know. I have issues with delegation.
So anyway all that to say, my body finally was screaming to just do nothing. So comply I did. And it was wonderful. I sat around with a coffee and book, and then made a simple lunch of premade frozen teriayaki wings I bought at the grocery last week, a very simple fried rice and steamed cauliflower, then sat around and read some more before watching the Superbowl. A quick milk and nacho ingrediant run to the grocery store with hubby during half time was as hectic as the day got. Watching the last touchdown happen, was the greatest stress of the day.
I definitely think I need more days like that.
Is everyone ready for 6 more weeks of winter? It seems all the weather predicting groundhogs around have seen their shadows and scurried back to their holes. I have mixed feelings. I'm so sick of wind that some more snow almost feels welcome to me. Shhh, don't tell hubby I said that.
Along with Groundhog Day come report cards around here. And parent teacher interviews. I'm going to admit something here and I hope there's not an ugly backlash, but I totally hate parent teacher interviews. Around here, they are set in 10 minute slots including the time it takes to get from one class to the next, the teacher's are always behind, because invariably 10 minutes is never enough especially if a child is experiencing struggles, and whether it was the parent before or actually yourself that caused the late, then it all just snowballs and you're running like a maniac to make it on time only to get to the other side of the school to find that teacher is also late. I feel like a kid myself while in them especially if there is a particular area my child might be struggling in, and sometimes what my kids tells me goes on in class really gets my britches in a knot and I find it hard to know how to deal with that. And it's always the same old, same old. I really wonder what is all this really accomplishing? Am I the only one who feels this way? I have to admit. I rebelled this time around. I totally did not make a single appointment. I know shocking. Fifty lashes with a wet noodle await me. If you're one of my teacher readers, or even a parent who does well at these, please help me out and maybe leave a suggestion in the comments that would make these quickie interviews go better and leave me walking away from them thinking they were worth it! (And remember my kids are in their teens now so that might have an influence on your suggestions.)
So off to start my week, with what else but a groundhog craft. Whoo Hoo!