boo blah ickety ick kind of a week...

Hardest week in a long while....lots of changes at school. (change for one five year old is difficult, change for 32 5 year olds....god awful.)

I am super duper sick. And have been. For a very long time. And I miss going out, and hanging out with friends over blueberry waffles, or a drink, or at an ice skating rink....just...at, out I miss! I miss church and good connection time with new friends, I miss my hubby and the way we do life when I'm not lying in bed. I miss the gym and my hour long appointments with the treadmill, I miss the burn, the exhaustion and the delight. I miss a clean house, clean laundry, clean kit lit box. I miss being ahead on all our paperwork-my teaching app, taxes, bills, etc.

Not sure if you can tell, but I hate being sick.

But ...I will live. There is hope for tomorrow, light at the end of the tunnel. Mark did some laundry. I'll call in a sub once more. I'll write some letters to my long lost friends. I'll read some more of my fabulous book, and hey, gym or not I'm back in a size 2...so maybe this sickness will be good for something.

SICK DAY

I have been sick (in varying degrees) for the last two weeks. Yesterday it finally became time for me to call a sub for today. All afternoon I kept thinking if I can just make it a few more hours...

Upon arriving home last night I thought, "oohh sick day tomorrow, what will I do. Sleep in, laundry, sweep and mop, give the kits a bath, get in that long workout, run to the store, make a good dinner for mark...etc etc."

Should of just gone to work.

not feeling great....nothing better than the bourne identity trilogy, twice baked potatoes, and cranberry and lime nums. =)

there's a woman at my school that reminds me of the child catcher from chitty chitty bang bang.

that's all.

my small university

Lots of times I question the university I chose to go to...(for lots of reasons we won't dive into).

Today I visited my alma mater and felt revived, and incredibly thankful.

How awesome is it that two years after I graduated, I can waltz into a number of my professors offices and catch up, talk, discuss, hug....pretty cool! I love it that I went to a tiny school where I was known. Not just by students and faculty but by my professors. I miss those important life view changing conversations, but am so thankful that even now my professors are rooting for me, and challenging me. So thank you CCU, for a chance to meet some incredible deep thinkers, and thank you professors for making me the person I am today.