Hooray for the weekend! I’m really worried about a big case of the Sunday night blues . . . seeing as how I’ve escaped them for the last two weekends.
Also, I can now officially tell you that the hubby was out of town all week (remember he does not like cyber space to know that he is gone so I am not allowed to advertise in case a cyber stalker figures out where I live, and comes to do terrible things to me like what you might see on a Lifetime movie or a Horror Movie. I think if a cyber stalker found out where I lived, I’d invite her in and we would talk about school and kids and stay up late in our PJs) and so I’m super excited for him to return today. I am looking forward to 12-14 hours of sleep tonight. I don’t care if he is in the bed with me or not . . . just having him home AT NIGHT, IN THE DARK, DARK, DARK QUIET will be bliss. One night, Sydney barked and barked. This is a problem for two reasons. One: she can’t hear anything so why is she barking? Two: she doesn’t even know she is a dog and that her purpose is to protect me. People, I was skerd. Skerd!!!!! (I know how to spell scared. Just go with it.) But then I remembered that I am memorizing verses during our 40 Days in the Word Campaign so I started reciting my verses, and the next thing I knew, it was morning. (Or more like 3:00am for my nightly ritual of getting up to go to the bathroom because my bladder also happens to be teeny tiny. Microscopic, if you will. You can’t take me anywhere without me scouting for the nearest restroom.) God is good.
I caught up on this week’s episode of Parenthood. And I basically cried through the whole thing. I cried for poor Julia and Joel, and even Zoe. I cried when Amber came home to her mom and said she just needed to be with her. (And then I cried because I wish I could still do that and not look pitiful that I am a grown woman doing that. I have been known to do it over the phone. Which is quite difficult because I’ve got Mom on the other end trying to get me to talk and I’m just crying away.) I cried for Crosby and Jasmine — before, during and after. I was so happy for Jabar so I cried again.
I am not a huge emotional person. I’m wondering if it’s because the hubby was away or if TOM (time of month) is about to join us. Hmmm.
Yesterday, after last recess, we were in our two lines by the classroom
jumping, twirling, shoving, talking listening to directions before coming into the classroom when the kids in the front of the lines saw a baby lizard (the kids in the back of the lines had no clue because my lines are sooooo long, what with all of the millions of children). The lizard was hanging out on the “stoop” (It is an outside school and my classroom is right by some stairs) and it was basically motionless. Actually, Mr. Lizard was doing a really good job of listening to my directions, now that I think about it. The kids were fascinated. As I let one line head up the stairs, he didn’t move. Frozen. About six kids passed him with nothing happening. One girl asked if he would jump on her. Would he? Would he jump on me? I have no idea. If he did, it’s every man for himself — I’d be the first person running in the opposite direction. Anyways, when new boy walked past, Mr. Lizard’s head turned and watched him go. No joke. Everyone noticed and cracked up. It’s nice to know I’ve got someone else watching out for new boy, too. Thanks, Mr. Lizard.
Here’s the reason for the title of my post. In case you were wondering if I was just going to go on and on all day.
Guilty. That’s me. I feel guilty. I was very busy on Thursday and Friday night so I didn’t get to post. That’s okay. I’ve gone two days without posting before. You all went on without me. Camille may have contacted me once to make sure I was okay, but most of you didn’t even notice my absence. So I don’t feel guilty about that. Plus, I didn’t even have anything to say (see above as an example of me not having anything to say).
I feel guilty because I haven’t had too much of a chance to blog stalk and leave comments. And now I’m two days behind. When this happens, I do everything I can to go back and catch up. But it is time consuming. And other things pull me away (things like The
Bachelor, The Challenge, eating, sleeping, and work). When I get behind on blogs, I feel guilty. I also don’t want to miss anything. Ever. I’ve talked about this before. I’ve told my friends not to say ONE WORD while I run to the restroom because what if I miss something? I also like to comment on everything. Yesterday, during lunch, we all got a little sidetracked with our conversation, and I said, “Hold on. I’m going to say something to her and then I’m coming right back to you because I have a question about that.” Recalculating and all that. Everyone laughed. But I don’t know why.
So what do you do when you get behind on blogs? Do you try to catch up? Do you just let it go? Do you just go to certain ones? I need help. I do not want to feel guilty about blogs. I am okay feeling guilty about that dust on the lamp shade which is two inches thick, or even The Jersey Shore, but I just don’t want it to carry over to blogs.
Let me know. Please.