It's Friday, and I'm feeling oh-so-scatterbrained. It's Friday, and I'm tired. It's Friday, and I couldn't be happier. Usually summertime Fridays are no different than any other day. Jason's home during the week; I'm home during the week; we are essentially living a perpetual weekend life. But this week?
This week Jason was gone. He was down in San Diego living it up at a teaching conference. Well, I'm not sure how much living it up he did, but I do know that he ate better than I did on account of having a nice food stipend from the school district. By his accounts, it was a good conference. He's training to be part of a new instructional program at his school called AVID. The purpose of the program is to reach out to the average, every day learners ("students in the academic middle," as the program identifies them) and prepare them for college. Is that not just a stroke of brilliance or what? Generally speaking, the low learners and the high learners get the lion's share of the budget when it comes to special funding. This time, the school is spending money on the kids whose exceptional features are working hard and having potential to go to college. I love it.
What I haven't loved so much is being on my own this week. Anyone who has ever had to do the solo-parenting (whether as a full-time life, or as a brief week-long deal) knows that it's not easy. For me, the toughest part of the day is bedtime. I never did figure out a good way to handle the double-duty bedtime routine. Consequently, all three of us are exhausted from being up too late. I did have the advantage of spending the week at the Family Farm, so that made things easier (life is always easier when there's a creek with a sandy beach nearby).
I suppose my week on my own is kind of a warm-up act for the months that are to come since I'll be doing the solo-parenting job a couple nights a week while we're living life in two separate cities. Plus, soccer season starts in a week. Soccer season means games, four days a week. It means practices. It means me and the girls finding new ways to grow weary of each other. I'm always happy for Jason when soccer season starts because I know how much he enjoys it. I'm always happy for me when soccer season ends because I know how much I don't enjoy it. I do enjoy the extra income it brings in though, so I can't complain too much.
However, I think the more I type the more I'll be tempted to complain, so I better see if there's a pile of laundry somewhere that needs folding. I'll just end by saying Jason flies in to PDX tonight, and we are all very ready for him to be back with us.