Welcome back to Normal, USA. This week you'll be brown-bagging all your lunches, getting to bed at a decent hour and enjoying such singular activities as dinner with your family and conversations with husband. You will use lunch time for eating only, and you will only drive to school once per day.
I know. Weird, right?
I'm determined to make this week as boring as my 9th grade science class (sorry Mr. D) just to feel some sense of connection to life, home and all things ordinary. I've had a long run of abnormal and it's high time I did something about it. I've missed my kids and they've turned into weird little punks with attitudes. I've missed my husband and he's turned into... well, a weird little punk with an attitude (I kid, I kid...) I've missed my kitchen and it's turned into... HOLY GOD KILL IT WITH A FIRE.
I can't even describe what my kitchen has turned into because I can't currently see it.
Time for some normal.
I paved the way for normal by spending yesterday knocking out my grading. I let it slip a little (like Charlie Sheen is a little crazy) as things got hectic in March. I knew I couldn't tackle anything else until I made my way through the tidal wave of essays that needed reading, commenting and scoring. Check, check, checketty check. Those are done.
(Just in time to start collecting TWO essays a week in AP, but who is counting?)
This week I'm coaching Girls on the Run twice instead of the usual once since the other coach has some commitments. (Yes, this is an exception to normal but I'll allow it.) I'm looking forward to more time with the girls--it always puts me in the best mood to spend time with those goobers. I can't believe how much they have all improved this season. I believe we have our practice 5k this week--I can't wait. GOTR has been good for my soul.
Other than that I have a full week of (wait for it) NOTHING. Nothing at all. Just regular school stuff, plenty of time to be awesome. I can't wait. I'm about to reconnect in a big way with my DVR. I'm not even running yet; I'm going to take one more week off in case my hip wanted to still be sore from my crazy dance shenanigans. I'm going to keep stretching two or three times a day and work my physical therapy exercises (bleh) like it's my job. I think by the next week I'll be ready to start back in on my running and I can't wait. I might walk (but if I do it will be slowly and I will be sure to lollygag and dilly-dally.)
Three cheers for normal. Hip hip... meh.