I don't even know how it's already a week until Christmas. The last two weeks have flown by, and I'd like to have them back.
I'd prefer they be a little colder, too...because it's ridiculous that we have the windows open in December. I vote no. I want snow and cold and cozy nights by the fireplace.
I think a move to the Pacific Northwest is in order. Or South Dakota. I know I have a room there!
Christmas shopping finally began, but I'm not hurrying to wrap presents this year. I'm flying solo this year, as both of the boys will be with paternal family for Christmas. It's technically my year, but I've had several years in a row due to various illnesses that inevitably pop up prior to the holidays, so I've graciously offered to forgo my year so they can celebrate together. It's important to B, and that makes it important to me.
So, while they are opening presents and laughing and making memories, I will be by myself, watching Netflix and not wearing pants. It sounds like a dream come true...a dream that would only be better if the projected temperature on Christmas was NOT in the 70s. Because that sucks.
I've been at N's school a few times over the last week or so. I taught Art for one of N's former teachers, which was more fun than I expected even though I can't be artistic to save my life. My stick people are lopsided. They all live in a nudist colony because I can't draw clothes...but you know what I can do?
Color a mean coloring book. And paint by numbers? They're my jam.
This week, I ended up assisting in the special ed department at N's school. I was totally apprehensive because I had no idea what to expect. I was nervous, but spent two days bouncing from classroom to classroom, assisting in a variety of different ways, and I loved it. It was fun to work one on one with students, and it was so varied that the time flew by. This is midterm week at school, so it was nice to have an idea of what finals my kid was taking and when...because he couldn't claim he didn't know since I was there.
It also helped me to know how to help him review for the test he was nervous about. When he got in the car today, after taking his last midterm, he seemed pretty confident. It's something I love to see, but don't see very often.
Tomorrow is a shortened day. Instead of getting out of school at 3:20, N gets out at 1:45. B is out of school already...not because the elementary school gets out earlier than the other campuses, but because he has walking pneumonia.
Wait...what? Prior to Thanksgiving, B developed a respiratory infection. He never fully got over it, and struggling to overcome that, along with a little too much activity, has landed him in the bed rest/steroid zone the day before his school Christmas party.
Side note: I think people need to slow their roll on the whole "'Saying Merry Christmas' offends me" business. I told a cashier at Target "Merry Christmas" as I was leaving the register a couple of weeks ago, and a woman literally complained about how it offended her. I jumped up on my soapbox and gave her an earful (in a sweet voice, of course) about how I'm an American and I have the freedom of speech. When I finished, I got applause from the other people in line. And I took a bow.
And she was a little old lady in a Christmas sweater, for crying out loud!
I don't understand. Not even a little bit.
I will Merry Christmas myself silly, if that's what I want to do!
Aubs
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