Bob Evans Breakfasts and Coffee D'Vine Grading Parties

Snow Day #3. We will now officially be going to school solidly from now until the end of time. Hope no one had fun plans for the summer.
I'm really not that cynical and depressed about the days off; I am most definitely a play now pay later kind of girl. I have been as lazy as possible and spent a lot of my days avoiding school work. My favorite parts of snow days are breakfasts with my parents at Bob Evans, solving the problems of the world (and my life), and get togethers with my teacher friends, drinking coffee and maybe getting a paper or two corrected in between conversations. This may not seem fun to anyone else, but I definitely think it qualifies for the Year of Fun, especially when most Thursdays at this time, I am corralling my seventh period into some semblance of order. I love my students, but sipping my latte and writing on my blog is a welcome break. Especially for 3 days in a row.

Slacking

I knew it would happen eventually. I get excited about big ideas and have a tendency to lose motivation later on, so I have been slacking a bit in the Year of Fun. I did a few things but didn't take the time to write about them. And then everything happened with my dad, issues arose at school, and life was certainly a challenge for awhile. I am trying to refocus and have confidence that this is not the end to the Year of Fun. I just need to get back on track again and perhaps be a little more realistic about how much fun can be had while still being responsible and getting everything done. It is a fine balance that I haven't quite achieved yet.

An Unexpected Interruption

I had plans to catch up on a lot of things this weekend - including this blog - but an early morning wake-up call on Saturday morning changed everything. At 4am my dad collapsed on the bathroom floor and after a few hours in the emergency room was admitted to the hospital. Growing up, this was not unusual, as my dad has had many heart problems, but there has been a good 12 year span where spending days and nights at the hospital became less commonplace. I wasn't expecting it to be so hard, because it didn't used to be. It was so routine.
Sunday I felt like I had been hit by a truck, and today I'm all over the place. It's a good thing today was a training day, because I don't know how I would have functioned with my students, as much as I love them. I feel more responsible for my dad's health now as an adult; he's currently at the cardiologist, and I wish I was there to ask my questions and ensure the right things are done. But all I can do is pray.