For example, I want to tell you about sitting in the faculty meeting Thursday morning during Teacher Appreciation Week and hearing my name called as the Spirit of (Name of School) winner. Two teachers were recognized in the school after all 1,300 students all nominated a teacher. I'd love to share all the comments I had emailed to me. Comments like this one--"This teacher loves teaching and cares about all of their students. They are both nice and fun. They really help the students understand more and pushes them in the right direction. By far, the best teacher at this school."
I need to write all about the difficult decision to put the house on the market and the mad dash to have everything prepped by next Monday. It's been hours of discussion with me and Boyfriend over what is best for me and the girls. Looking at budgets, apartment hunting, meeting with the realtor, and of course, PACKING. We have a massive to-do list and he is so wonderfully helping me with everything. The house needs to be ready for the realtor to come in and do her magic with staging and photography by Tuesday the 22nd.
Writing one paragraph about watching my dearest friend Tracey exchange vows Saturday night could never do it justice. How I sat next to Boyfriend holding his hands and silently cried as I listened to them pledge their love. How we partyed on a rooftop patio dancing and laughing with our kids and our closest friends. How my heart felt as though it would burst when the last dance came and my Boyfriend was dancing, eyes closed, holding Maggie tightly with her arms wrapped around him. It was the best night and I'm thrilled for Tracey and her new wonderful family as they enter this new chapter of their lives.
Mother's Day needs it's own post but probably isn't going to get one. It wasn't the relaxing day of indulgence and spoiling for mama (though I did get to sleep in!). It was six hours of working on the house and then play time at the park before dinner at a little restaurant just the four of us. It was walking down the street to the restaurant with all four of us hand in hand. For the first time in seven years, I didn't cry on Mother's Day. This was a welcome change.
So, you see, there is SO MUCH to write about. Give each one the best attention they deserve, but I can't. This week is a golf tournament for Heroes for Children, major exams for all my French classes, and more house prep. So, I'm not going to be able to write.
I'm stressed. I'm tired. I'm overwhelmed.
I've never been happier.