Lasagna

In case you were curious...lasagna is totally my love language. It takes time to prepare and it's cheesy deliciousness makes my heart happy while also clogging my arteries but I'm sure it's fine. To not enjoy lasagna would mean not living my best life and I am all about living my best life, even if that "best" life is less than best right now because it's more like "bubble life is the only option for life which will EVENTUALLY lead to my best life, bubble free," but that's really long so let's just stick to "Lasagna life is the best life."

Friends of mine who teach in Kansas just found out that they will not see their kids, in person, for the remainder of the 2019-2020 school year. My heart is broken for them and their grief is palpable. I feel it so deeply for them because the threat of it happening where I live is also incredibly real and, since I do everything "all in," I will be totally destroyed if I don't see my kids again this year.

In fact, I wrote each group a letter yesterday that had me in tears and not even the cute, eyes are filling up, oh no...there goes a lone tear, tears. They were ugly and puffy and soul-shattering. Not my finest moment but definitely one of the realest ones.

Today I tracked down eggs because I feel like stress baking. The downside is my AP kids will not benefit from my stress and said baked goods will just sit here and go to waste. Maybe I'll freeze them...and then, if we ever get to see each other again, I can be all, "Here, these are from day 5 of 7.3 trillion days of social distancing. They might break your teeth but I thought of you when I made them so it's endearing."

Last night I broke the rules and went over to my framily's house for human interaction and also to see my bestie for the restie, Bo Jackson Rodman, the sweetest labradoodle you'll ever know. Well, you don't know him but I do so just trust me on this one. We made lasagna, we worked on a puzzle, we talked about current events and I became the source for news and information (which is HILARIOUS, y'all), and then we went upstairs to watch 1917. Bo was riveted.

Okay, so maybe not...but he stayed still for pretty much the entire movie and everyone who was watching stayed awake, which is actually something to write home about. Usually 1/4 of us falls asleep really fast and another 1/4 isn't too far behind the first one and then the others finish the movie, discuss it, and get snacks before the others wake up and ask, "What did I miss?" Like clockwork. Every. Single. Time. It's the little (read: normal) things that bring joy and happiness these days.

You know what else would bring joy and happiness? School.  Yeah, I know. But at this point, even though we're on spring break, and not even extended spring break, if you were to poll my school kids, most of them would say they'd rather be there. AND SO WOULD I. They don't come to me for cheerleading and positivity. They come to me because they know I won't lie to them and I won't sugarcoat what's going on. Are we going back to school? I don't know but when I know, so will they.

Until then I'm consuming copious amounts of coffee which is probably problematic in the long run, but what do I have to do?  Oh, that's right.

Nothing.

Aubs