It seems that I have nothing to say.
And yet, I want to say so much!
Things I love about weekends:
Sleeping in.
This morning, the electric went off at 8:01. I know that because the whir of the fan suddenly stopped. The room was silent, but for the birds, which aren't electric.
I rolled over and rested in the knowledge that morning was whenever I wanted it to be.
I got up three minutes later.
No Snack Time.
On school days, 9:00 a.m. is snack time. And let me tell you, the tummies of my 2nd graders tell them that snack time is guaranteed to happen at 9 a.m. SHARP.
Since I tend to wake up at snack time on the weekend, I don't even need a snack.
Just coffee.
Black, please.
No Lesson Plans.
I didn't refer to any state standards for learning today. Just God's.
Exercise.
I walked from Red Robin to Michael's.
I'm still awake at 11:40 p.m.
That never happens on a school night.
