The Thursday That is Almost a Friday......

We have two four-day weeks back-to-back....whoo hoo! Our school board, in its infinite wisdom (really, this time...well maybe not INFINITE), scheduled some weather make-up days into our school calendar this year. After the debacle caused last year when we were iced in for a gazillion days in a row and had to scramble to figure out how to make them up, they thought it wiser to plan ahead. What an idea!

And even more surprisingly, they attached at least one of the weather make-up days (tomorrow) to a Monday that was already going to be a holiday (Presidents' Day). Therefore, while today is Thursday on the calendar, it felt like a Friday. And just like most Fridays, large numbers of our students took an extra day to make it an even LONGER weekend. We took the Friday feeling so far as to wear jeans to school today. Hubby wanted to take this long weekend to make a trip to the casino in Mississippi, but there is a home gymnastics meet on Saturday, so I nixed that idea.

The bummer is that Hubby has continued his part-time work (for almost no pay) through a temp agency, and tomorrow is one of the days he has to work. What time does he want to get up? 5:00 AM, of course. On MY day off. That's so he can get his work done and still get to the golf course for his regular Friday game. Butthead.

Unlike many long weekends, I haven't planned every spare moment of this one. Tomorrow it's supposed to be near 65 degrees here (man, that was a short winter ... DAMN, I've probably jinxed it now), so I fully intend to ride my bike. And other than the gymnastics meet on Saturday, I don't have any other plans. My plan is simply to enjoy the free time away from the students and have some "me" time.

And maybe do some housework.

Or not.

Happy (Early) Weekend!

The Downside of Three-Day Weekends.....

I really, really love three-day weekends. While I don't dread Mondays nearly as much as I did when I taught in the traditional school setting (i.e., lesson plans, grading essays, tests, making copies, controlling a classroom), I still get that Sunday-afternoon feeling of, "Ugh....tomorrow I have to go back to school."

When I have a three-day weekend, though, on Sunday afternoon I say, "Oh goody. I get to stay home again tomorrow!" And then I take another nap or three. I wanted to ride my bike yesterday because I knew the weather was going to take a turn for the worse today and the rest of the week, but I was too disausted to move out of my recliner. Hubby came home from playing golf yesterday and found me in almost exactly the same position I was in when he left that morning.

Since I didn't have to get up this morning, Hubby told his mother just to call us when she woke up and we would come help her use the potty chair. She let us sleep in..... all the way to 5:24. This is getting old. And every time I think that, I want to kick myself for being uncharitable. I know she can't help the fact that her arm is broken and her legs are too weak to hold her up, but she has these moments where she's... demanding... complaining... argumentative.

The predicted torrential downpours never materialized, at least not until after we ate supper. I could have ridden my bike today after all, but I wasn't a total slug. I did four miles on the elliptical, I went to the grocery store (onerous chore that it is), I changed the sheets on our bed, and I washed a load of laundry. I also crocheted some on baby Luke's afghan and played a gazillion games of pinball on my iPad.

I didn't even mind (much) that it rained and spoiled what would have been our last swim of the year. The pool folks are coming to cover it up and winterize it this Thursday.

What I really hate about three-day weekends, though, is the fact that they leave me wanting another few days off.