Burnt out and glad for Memorial Day.
It turns out I have Monday off. Which is good, because I’d taken Tuesday so I could see my brother graduate college.
And because yesterday one of our fourth graders punched another kid in the neck. And when I tried to bring down any consequences they decided they were leaving and went home. So today when they tried to come back we told them they were barred for the day because of it, and it was not pretty.
And because today a teen responded to finding out my orientation by screaming it as a question four times on the porch until she realized this wasn’t a shtick, it was actually truth. And then valuable conversation happened with lots of questions and a new teen member who is out and having a hard time feels far more comfortable and accepted but now who knows who in the neighborhood knows what about me and I don’t know what I’ll be coming back to. What the hell. So now I may have to be even more vigilant about no one knowing which car is mine.
And because when I checked to see if they could reissue a paycheck that went missing somewhere in that crazy weekend of back and forth between NY and MA, they said I’d only ever gotten two paychecks, which means something is very wrong with their books because I’ve been there for almost three months.
So right now, I’m going to turn on some salsa music as loud as I can get away with and push my body into an upright position and dance until I fall over. And tomorrow I’m heading to NY. And sometime between these two things I’ll tackle the cover letters that have been evading me for the past week.
But right now, dancing.