So Today has not been the day I imagined... that's for sure.
Normally snow days are a day of happiness for this teacher, but many times throughout the day I thought, "Things would be different if I worked today."
I'll recap the days with the positives and negatives:
I started my day being able to sleep in, it was actually a good night of sleep, despite being wide awake at 4 am. I began trying to catch up on laundry and cleaning up my baking mess from the night before. My 'cleaning' started with a completely chewed up box (happy valentines from Bo) and ended up with careless use of a knife, and I sliced my thumb. Now my mother would tell you I'm being overdramatic (I am my father's daughter), but it scared me. I was bleeding a lot, it wouldn't stop (it still really hasn't), and I had this image of me spending my day off in the ER waiting to get stitches. My mom came over and took a look at it, helped me attempt to bandage it up and I'm sitting here typing this without my left thumb because it is still pretty painful.
After getting over the initial shock of nearly chopping off my thumb, I attempted to grade papers and enter them in while trying to catch up on the Bachelor (on the internet, because my DVR has not been taping them). Today would be the day that my internet would be tempermental, and I'm still attempting to watch the Bachelor and enter grades, a task that should have taken me an hour and a half....
Needing a break, I decide to go to Jazzercise to work off my frustrations, normally Michael would have been home by this time but he got swamped at work today. As I shut the door, my Valentine's Day wreath that I spent hours working on, fell and broke. I managed to make it to Jazzy in one piece, however my thumb was in so much pain, and I managed to bleed through two layers of band aids (truth, but I still hear my mom as she reads this... so melodramatic). As I leave Jazzercise questioning the level of my workout, Michael still isn't anywhere close to being home... and I'm pretty sure he was going to make me dinner tonight (update- he paid $25 to make surprise reservations that we missed... LOVELY!). In talking with him, I know this has not been his day either... being stuck at the recycling center most of the day, and his phone isn't working right. I'm normally not the lovey dovey sappy one, but I guess part of me that felt this one was supposed to be special.. now don't get me wrong, it still will be special, just not the day I had imagined.
So I sit here, feeling better that I've laid it all out... At the end of the day, I'm still living life as it comes with the one that means the most to me.
For those of you that know me well, I end on a Valentine's Day tradition of mine... it takes me back to time spent with the boys and memories of the 339 Porch.. and it's my wish to all my millions of readers on February 14th:
Normally snow days are a day of happiness for this teacher, but many times throughout the day I thought, "Things would be different if I worked today."
I'll recap the days with the positives and negatives:
I started my day being able to sleep in, it was actually a good night of sleep, despite being wide awake at 4 am. I began trying to catch up on laundry and cleaning up my baking mess from the night before. My 'cleaning' started with a completely chewed up box (happy valentines from Bo) and ended up with careless use of a knife, and I sliced my thumb. Now my mother would tell you I'm being overdramatic (I am my father's daughter), but it scared me. I was bleeding a lot, it wouldn't stop (it still really hasn't), and I had this image of me spending my day off in the ER waiting to get stitches. My mom came over and took a look at it, helped me attempt to bandage it up and I'm sitting here typing this without my left thumb because it is still pretty painful.
After getting over the initial shock of nearly chopping off my thumb, I attempted to grade papers and enter them in while trying to catch up on the Bachelor (on the internet, because my DVR has not been taping them). Today would be the day that my internet would be tempermental, and I'm still attempting to watch the Bachelor and enter grades, a task that should have taken me an hour and a half....
Needing a break, I decide to go to Jazzercise to work off my frustrations, normally Michael would have been home by this time but he got swamped at work today. As I shut the door, my Valentine's Day wreath that I spent hours working on, fell and broke. I managed to make it to Jazzy in one piece, however my thumb was in so much pain, and I managed to bleed through two layers of band aids (truth, but I still hear my mom as she reads this... so melodramatic). As I leave Jazzercise questioning the level of my workout, Michael still isn't anywhere close to being home... and I'm pretty sure he was going to make me dinner tonight (update- he paid $25 to make surprise reservations that we missed... LOVELY!). In talking with him, I know this has not been his day either... being stuck at the recycling center most of the day, and his phone isn't working right. I'm normally not the lovey dovey sappy one, but I guess part of me that felt this one was supposed to be special.. now don't get me wrong, it still will be special, just not the day I had imagined.
So I sit here, feeling better that I've laid it all out... At the end of the day, I'm still living life as it comes with the one that means the most to me.
For those of you that know me well, I end on a Valentine's Day tradition of mine... it takes me back to time spent with the boys and memories of the 339 Porch.. and it's my wish to all my millions of readers on February 14th:
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