Summer Vacation Begins!

When my alarm cruelly shrieked in my ear this morning, I pressed "snooze" as per usual, stretched from head to toe and grinned even before my eyes opened. Today marked the last day of school and everything about my morning routine seemed brighter. My shower was extra hot, the coffee was extra yummy, my morning drive was sunnier than normal and my step seemed a little lighter.

Sigh...it's been a difficult school year and, although I enjoyed the job, the loss of our three babies made it a tough one emotionally. I was telling a co-worker today that the job of teaching has to be one of the most difficult ones in which to suffer an emotional crisis. We are "on" for 90+ students all day and do not have private offices where we can take a breather if need be. Heck, I can't even have a washroom break during the day, let alone have some time alone if tears come.

So, I'm happy to say goodbye to this school year and H-E-L-L-O to a beautiful summer ahead.

This morning, I was presented with a service pin for 10 years of service with our board. I have been a teacher for 12 years, but 10 with this particular board. The "Supernintendo" was there to shake my hand and while it was a nice "publicity" touch, I've never been a fan of the big guns coming out for such things. I would rather he come into my classroom to see how I teach with fewer than 50 text books for 90+ students. But, meh, it's a nice pin.

So, how does one celebrate the end of the school year and the beginning of many weeks of laziness? I went to lunch with a friend of mine who suffered the loss of twins last year as well and we spent a few hours eating, sharing grief and planning future lunches and dinners out together. Toward the end of the meal, eight...EIGHT mommies with their newborns entered the restaurant and sat right next to us with their tiny babies and massive strollers. T. and I just looked at each other and knew. "CHEQUE!"

Tonight, I made margaritas and K2 and I are simply lavishing in the luxury of a Friday evening with our favorite Kitty. We live a simple life, K2 and I, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

My Margarita!

A Typical Friday Night