-We had a girl who worked with us that didn't work out. It happens. But that made the report card split left to just my co-worker Heidi and me. A lot of report cards. A lot.
- Report cards? And did I mention that there are a lot of them? A lot.
- In December, I got a cold. Hey, I work with nearly 60 3-year-olds. It's going to happen. In January, I was still sick. I chalked it up to getting sneezed and coughed upon on the daily. By the time March rolled around and I was still sleeping 9 hours and getting up exhausted, feeling like I'm living underwater, I started thinking it's something else, but I was still too lazy to call the doctor. In April, my co-workers staged an intervention. Fed up with seeing me with kleenex hanging out of my nostrils and hacking constant green ooze, they made me call the doctor in front of them in the lunchroom.
When I finally saw the doc, he told me that because he's never seen me so sick, and I have a history of serious illnesses in my family, I should go get a chest Xray, blood test and a CAT scan of my sinuses. Then he threw the word lymphoma at me. Not cool, Dr. Dick (seriously, that's his name). Not cool.
Anyway, long story short, he gave me some heavy duty drugs in case it was just a sinus infection and they worked within a day. A day, people. I didn't realize how sick I was until I got better. My energy level is through the roof and I feel like a kid again. Still have an appointment for a cat scan, though...***
I started that post about a month ago. I was too busy even to press "publish". Since the last time I posted, I have had motorcycle lessons (failed the final test but still had the lessons), had a dragonboat festival, watched Audrey get a silver medal with her rugby team, took our preschool kids on several field trips, had Mother's Day, went to Comic-Con, baked double sized cupcakes for a friend's wedding, went to that wedding, reconnected with old friends, ran a 5K, gone to a few baseball games, gone to see Ed Sheeran, seen a bunch of movies, babysat a bunch of chicken eggs, celebrated Elliott's 19th birthday, watched Audrey play the flute and cried in my car from stress.
Now I'm finally on summer holidays. I've taken a deep breath and I'm ready to be selfish. I'm going to sleep, read, watch Netflix and catch up on all the stuff I have on the PVR. I'm going to lie in my hammock and take the odd afternoon nap. And I'm not going to feel guilty about it. And the next time I hear anyone say that I'm so lucky to have the summer off I'm going to show them this post and the tear stained dashboard of my car, flick their ear (HARD), tell them I fucking deserve it, and pour myself another Fireball.
Here is a sample of a few of the things I got up to while I was away...
|Discovered Fireball whiskey|
|Visited my friend Heidi's farm (those are our husbands btw)|
|Baked and cried over these wedding cupcakes|
|Passed my written motorcycle test|
|Got my photo taken with Nichelle Nichols|
|Dressed as 1950s housewife Storm|
|Posed with an old friend from Montreal (he's Colossus on the far left)|
|Celebrated my son's 19th|
|Went to a flute concert|
|Babysat 41 incubator eggs in our classroom|
|This was my favourite. Audrey insanely named him "Sanjay"|
|Went to a wedding|
|Washed a chicken's ass. Seriously. It was blocked with poop and would have died if I didn't.|
|Optimistically and prematurely bought a motorcycle jacket|
|Ran 5K with a friend|
|Relaxed a the ballpark ready to score the game|
|Borrowed this bike for 16 hours|
|Watched my girl get her first ever silver medal|
|Enjoyed Ed Sheeran|
|Bonded with my adult son at yet another ball game|
|Met a "celebrity". Bruno from Big Brother Canada|