So hello. I didn’t blog last week and I’ll tell you why.
I was tired.
I needed to rest.
I needed a break.
I had nothing to say.
This week, I have LOTS to say. So grab something to eat and stay awhile!
Valentine’s Day was a couple of weeks ago which is also one of the reasons I couldn’t blog. Because, people, listen. Just listen!
It rained on Valentine’s Day. And I’m not talking just a little bit of rain. I’m talking IT POURED ALL THE DAY LONG. POURING RAIN. It rained so hard and for so long that our principal asked us to open our doors in the morning EARLIER THAN WE ARE SUPPOSED TO, EARLIER EVEN THAN WE ARE SUPPOSED TO ON RAINY DAY SCHEDULE.
SHE SHORTENED OUR LUNCH. 😱
She had to. I do not fault her for this. We have three back to back lunch blocks and that doesn’t even take into account the kinder lunch times, and our multi purpose room (which becomes the lunch room on rainy days) is just not big enough. It’s just not. And when you live in So Cal, your kids eat outside under the shade shelter and then PTA buys a mist system for that shade shelter because it is hot in August and September and sometimes October, and IT NEVER RAINS.
But it has RAINED AND RAINED AND RAINED. I’m sitting here typing this and it is currently raining (more on this later).
ALL OF THAT IS TO SAY . . . I spent MORE time than EVER with my first graders in one day than I ever have AND IT WAS ALSO VALENTINE’S DAY. At one point, I just gave up and said YES. EAT THE CANDY. YES. I SAID YOU CAN EAT THE CANDY. JUST PUT SOME SUGAR IN YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE IT, PLEASE.
My room parent put on a super fantastic, very easy, very fun party where we had FREE CENTERS again with no timers, and it was PERFECTION.
Until it was time for the party to be over and I couldn’t take my kids outside to last recess. I somehow transitioned them to the carpet for a game of hot potato while the moms cleaned up . . . don’t ask me how. I honestly don’t know how I did it, but all of them cooperated and sat in a circle on the carpet. It was a Valentine’s miracle.
I had to last another hour before I could send the kids home so I started eating the chocolate they gave me, as well as one or seven Fun Dips, and at least three pieces of See’s Candy while I let the kids just run amuck.
And then Steve and I had THE MOST ROMANTIC DINNER A LA TACO BELL at our kitchen island and I am not kidding. Call me crazy, but I love me some Taco Bell and especially when someone brings it to me. Please do not leave any comments about the nature of Taco Bell. We go way back.
I’m trying to get Life Insurance. I have some, but I need more because if you didn’t already know this, I am valuable. Don’t try to kill me, though, because you will not be named my beneficiary so it would be kind of pointless.
Well, the life insurance people sent out one of their own to my house to get my health history, as well as take four vials of blood out of me, and some urine, too, for good measure.
We chatted. She got everything she needed from me, gave me a special card with a pin number so I could look up my results in seven to ten days, and then she left.
Seven to ten days later, I looked up my results and found out I was either comatose or dead. Either one. Ho Hum.
FOR REAL. My glucose level (blood sugar) was 23. And next to it was the word LOW. And then next to that, it said INDICATIVE OF DIABETES.
I scratched my head, cleaned my glasses, looked closer, and said, out loud to no one in particular since I was home alone, NOPE. No. No no no no.
So then I did what you are never supposed to do, and I got on the internet.
And do you know what the internet told me?
It told me I was dead or comatose.
In other words, I scared the living daylights out of myself.
And then I started second guessing every single little thing that happened to be out of sorts with myself such as . . . am I dizzy? Do I feel sick? Is my vision okay? Am I shaky? Did I eat way too much candy on Valentine’s Day? Am I in a coma? I can’t be dead. Clearly, having to set my alarm in the morning to walk on the treadmill is not heaven. I can’t be in heaven. This is not heaven.
It just so happened that I was scheduled to see my cardiologist for my routine check up later that week. By the way, between my heart condition and comatose/dead levels, I was pretty sure I would not be getting life insurance and/or I would be paying an exorbitant amount of money for it. I took my lab results to my cardiologist to see what he had to say, and he said DON’T EVEN WORRY. YOU’D BE DEAD. And then I think he patted me on the shoulder. And he ordered new lab work.
I went to my regular doctor who also told me not to worry, that it HAD to be wrong, otherwise I wouldn’t be walking around, and she ordered new lab work.
I hope you haven’t been on the edge of your seat, biting your nails with worry over little ole me, because good news — I am not dead! And I am not in a coma, either! Hooray for me! Go me! My glucose level this time was 85 which is perfectly perfect.
Only me, people. ONLY ME.
Last weekend was a three day weekend and IT. WAS. GLORIOUS. After getting a good health report and learning that I was not dead or comatose, I proceeded to live as if I was, in fact, dead or comatose. I slept and slept and slept. And then I ate food that made me sleepy. And I had a glass of wine and slept some more. I can’t even explain how happy I was to be comatose.
Steve and I watched a super short series on Netflix called The Derry Girls. If you haven’t seen it, and you want to laugh, WATCH IT. It takes place in Northern Ireland, meaning I now walk around the house with a really bad Irish accent and ask Steve if he can put a wee bit more of water in my glass, and also meaning YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING THE DERRY GIRLS ARE SAYING.
But what you can understand is freaking hilarious. There is a wee bit of bad language so if your ears are sensitive like mine, you’ll notice it right away, but if you’ve become hardened to it and work with a bunch of guys, you might say THERE IS? HUH. DIDN’T NOTICE.
I wish there were more episodes and more seasons, but I think it only had six or eight episodes. Sad. That’s just a wee bit sad, if you ask me.
It snowed. In So Cal. On Thursday. It was all over the news.
Meanwhile, Kinder through Second Grade and our Special Ed Teachers were in an i-Ready training in our computer lab. We were just sitting there, listening, following along, being PROFESSIONALS when someone said something about the fact that it was possibly snowing and the next thing you knew . . .
The trainer had lost all control of all of us, we were outside screaming and jumping up and down like a bunch of CRAZY KIDS, and taking pictures and recording whatever we could.
We then went to our classrooms to drag the kids outside, and then my school basically had a big ole party in the snow flurries that were happening. I can’t even explain the PURE JOY of the moment. I felt like crying happy tears. NO JOKE. It was just absolute PURE HAPPINESS from every single person. I wish I could share the pictures of my kids with you so you could see their faces.
I honestly don’t think we’ll ever forget it.
After about ten minutes, we sent our kids back inside. They were all wound up. It sort of reminded me of Valentine’s Day. But I didn’t care because I went back to my training and my kids went back with the substitute!
If you need a book to read, I highly recommend:
Loved loved loved it! I sort of cried. Just letting you know. If you loved Arthur Truluv, you will love Arthur Pepper just as much! I told my mom I am feeling like I need a grandparent.
And I highly recommend:
I really like Lisa Jewell! I just love her writing style and her characters. This was good! A little bit of a mystery and I am here to tell you I couldn’t figure it out until I read it.
And I’m currently reading:
I am LOVING it. It goes back and forth between the current day and late 1930s, early 1940s. In the current day, it’s about a friendship between a young black woman and an old white lady . . . and in the past, it’s all about the old lady’s younger life. It’s got everything – love, love lost, race relations, etc.
Okay, I think that’s enough for today.
ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND! I’m going to try to be more alive today. And by that, I mean I am going with Steve to Carlsbad to look at a bicycle and walk around some sort of “kick off” for Ironman or triathlons or something like that. And when I say look at a bicycle, I really mean it. I guess this bike is never available (Steve calls it a unicorn) so he is DYING to see it. He asked a few friends to go with him, but no one could make it, so I volunteered in a half hearted attempt to appear as if I am interested in the things he does. 🤷🏼♀️
I’m sure I’ll be comatose after the first couple of hours, but I’m going to smile anyway.