I sure am glad I've started this Friday post, which is all about making no sense at all.
Because I'm pretty sure that tonight I'm not up to making sense.
That, I can do.
This week has left me feeling tired and grumpy.
The students were belligerent (I'm not exaggerating). Even the good ones. All hormones and negative energy. Some don't believe in it, but full moon sucks.
Today would have been the birthday of a dear friend, had she not passed on in May. I brought out the autumn pillow that she gave me last year on my birthday. And I missed her.
Another dear friend is now fighting cancer from another angle, and bravely so, I must say. Still, I wish it weren't so.
My own kids are darlings, but also tired and a little grumpy themselves.
I've got a decision to make about Brenna and dance class. It's so fresh that I'm not sure if I can even talk about it. She doesn't appear to have much fun (although she says it is fun). She seems tired for the 45 minute class. There is no buy in, she doesn't do what the others are doing. My friend asked me if she's the one in the outfield picking dandelions. Why yes, she is.
I'm ready for a break.
I hope this weekend is enough.
8:26 PM at my house.
Brenna, to me: "I love you as King Triton loves Ariel."
Now that, my friends, made my WHOLE week.