A Tough Week

You know those days where you just should have stayed in bed all day? Well, I had one of those weeks. Yes, weeks.

While I would like to think of my blog has a positive, happy place- let's be honest, folks, sometimes life spits up on us.

This week started with a pretty good Monday-- fairly normal. I went to bed around 11:30 Monday night and in the middle of the night, I saw the hall light on. So I started calling "Julie? You OK?" And I heard back "It's mom." WHAT!? What are you doing here -2 hours from your own bed in the middle of the night on Monday? I said "what time is it?" and she answered "3 AM." Ouch. Julie was up feeling like she was going to die. I guess she called my dad and never woke me up. So then I was up for about 2 hours from 3-5 before I got up and went to work exhausted.
Julie ended up in the hospital overnight and most of Wednesday. I went to work tired and it turned out I was being observed for my professional evaluation that day. Fabulous timing. Then the fire alarm rang. And that was chaos. Then, that day ended with me helping a student with a terrible home situation, which I probably shouldn't discuss on here, but anyway, it ended with a meeting with the police and an arrest. Yeah, you know, just your average Tuesday.

So that night I skipped the gym because I was mentally and physically too tired to go to my cardio strength class.

Wednesday I caught a bad head cold that made me look like death at work and feel worse. One of my students asked why I blew my nose so hard because "it getting red." Yes, I know, thank you for pointing it out. But, then a boy named Dan, in 8th grade, made me a hug chunky caramel, chocolate chunk, pecan cookie that was A.MAZ.ING when he heard I was sick. Normally I wouldn't take a cookie from a teenage boy but this chocolate cookie was perfectly round, gooey, and, like an inch thick. It was calling my name. I swear, my middle school kids this year are the sweetest, most thoughtful students I have ever met.

Then, last night I was walking across my dining room on the evil wood floors in my socks and got a splinter (about an inch long) deep into my foot. I tried to dig and have, at this point, only removed 1/3 of it. I went to my cardio class though and limped around like an idiot. I greatly look forward to going to my parents tonight for someone to help dig at my tender, sore foot with needles and pins and tweezers while my head is throbbing and I can't stop sneezing.

But, as long as I can do that while holding Corey's hand, I should be fine. I miss him so much. It is getting harder and harder to be apart, which I thought wasn't possible anymore, but I really just want to live with him already. Less than 4 months people! Less than 4 months!!!!!!!!!