I'm blog lame...

Pretty much at the end of my day, I want to do nothing. Exercise, mostly. Eat, yes. Lie in a chair and zone out, pretty much. The school year is winding down. This time of year I feel like a glorified baby sitter. We are all so burnt out. Them. Me. We. We're tired of each other. We don't want to do anymore tests. Seven days of it. I'm tired, they're tired, and its time for a break. I'm taking a "personal day" on Friday because I am a lazy puke who wants a break. Actually, it has been so wonderful feeling like my teeth are going fall out 16 hours out of every day. Stress. I learned how to monitor it and worked so hard to manage it, all gone.

This weekend I worked so hard to relax. I had a wonderful sushi dinner with JE on Friday. I ran on Saturday - 15 miles. (Oh yeah, I decided to join the crazies and try my first full marathon.) It was a cool, calm day and absolutely beautiful. You would be so jealous if you live in one of those cold states... Then we made chicken, broccoli, goat cheese lasagna - a favorite. I got up Sunday, did some yoga, went with my neighbor to hit golf balls at the range (oh, another new hobby so that JE and I have something to do together outdoors.) Then I went and sat in the tub at a local spa place that looks out over a gorgeous bamboo garden and serves jasmine tea. After tub, back to house to prep the roast chicken. Put chicken in on low and then went and played 9 holes with JE. Went to bed about 9:30. It was great. I was so rested on Monday. I don't feel rested any longer.

I needed to change tacks. So I bought supplies to do art tomorrow. I know we're behind in reading. I know we haven't done a sufficient amount of science in a month. I know, I know, I know. I work my tail off, but this time of year I just feel like I am failing, failing, failing. We are studying the printing press as one of our reading selections, so art will relate. It'll be great. Tomorrow is Teacher Appreciation Day, so hug a teacher. Oh and to honor it, Schwarzenegger, will announce budget cuts to education. We have to wear t-shirts with sinking boats that say SOS on them tomorrow. Get it, SOS, save our schools?