When I started this post on Monday, it was 72 degrees and sunny. It shouldn't shock me anymore that the temps took a nosedive again and now it's so cold and rainy. Just raw.
Not as shocking: I've been busy. . .
- Dealing with the changes to the school calendar as there were no allocations for snow days (!) and they needed to steal back two days
- In-service was pushed back to Holy Thursday (should've been Wed. but they made the kids come in for classes) so I had Good Friday and Easter Monday off
- Spent the in-service pounding away at planning lessons for the rest of the school year; there actually are not that many weeks left, I realized upon laying all of them out
- Tried to put things together for the end of the month when I have a conference and a presentation out of town. . . including asking for a jury duty deferral (that's what I get for renewing my driver's license! And this is for my county not federal like last time) and figuring out paperwork. Still have to get our group back together after not talking for the past few months and coordinate the actual presenation
- Took the plunge and am looking into NaPro/Creighton to see if my new GYN can confirm I have a hormone deficiency. I've been in PMS hell for too many months. (Plus, not gonna lie, still would like to be a mom.)
But as I enjoy my last day of a shortened "spring break," I am happy. Yesterday, Easter Sunday, I went to Mass with Chef (tried to sit with Younger Sister and her fiance' but it was so crowded they couldn't save room for us!) and then we went to my parents' house for the grandkids' egg hunt and family dinner. We spent pretty much the entire day together.
He loves my family and they love him! (As if it would've turned out any other way.) Probably didn't hurt that he brought a kick-ass pasta salad (bowties with roasted garlic, tomatoes, and fennel in a balsamic dressing? YUM) and helped with all sorts of things like setting the table and hiding the eggs for the kids. We got to take a walk around the neighborhood (that he used to see only from the school bus window years ago) and leafed through a few family photo albums. Mostly to prove I was crazy about spaghetti as a kid to the point my face was covered in sauce once.
I wish it had been a longer time for everyone to spend together--even Younger Sister had a 24-hour whirlwind trip and was frustrated--but I really do see more get-togethers like this in the future. And while I'm exhausted and I miss Chef terribly (hoping to see him Friday but I have to work early on Saturday), that hope for the future is really keeping me going.
As is the promise it eventually will be Spring.