Life does have a way of moving along regardless of one's personal tragedies. So, let me recap our spring break/birthday week for you.
- Monday- Coach crashes into my car in the driveway leaving my little Honda Accord's future very much in jeopardy. His car sustains a little dent in the bumper, merely a flesh wound really. We work like mules in the back yard to clear our garden. I receive word my grandmother is terminally ill and will most likely not last more than a day or two.
- Tuesday- My birthday. Coach wakes up early, goes to the store, gets cards and flowers and somehow manages to stab himself with a knife while arranging them in the back of his truck. He then proceeded to bleed for the better part of the day. I missed all the drama though because I was at the hospital.
- Wednesday - Hospital
- Thursday- a blur really, I really don't know what happened to that day
- Friday - mini-drama with the kids; all is well; no harm, no foul
- Saturday - well it really requires its own post as any visit to an assisted living community during a tornado warning does; and then a late birthday dinner.
- Sunday- church, Coach's birthday, hospital
- Monday- AC proceeds to tell me the following in one breath: she learned how to sing "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" in Spanish and then I got an impromptu performance complete with movement as we were walking into Target; she explained how she made a Chia pet out of grass seed and panty hose (her teacher is McGyver); she asked if she could get in a swing that was on a platform for a bbq display at the grocery, was told no, then proceeded to do it anyway and launched herself into a display stack of charcoal and neon straws that were then splayed all over the floor.
And that, my friends, is why I went running back into work Monday morning happier than I've ever been to return to 400 unmotivated teenagers who've just returned from Carribean vacations.