The week started with my brother-in-law and sol here with their family. It was a very fun visit, and if I had remembered to download all the pictures of her camera, you would see a weekend filled with 1) Huge alligators at the alligator park, 2) Kids playing at the big water park in our neighborhood, 3) a wonderful trip to the boardwalk at Kemah where I learned Lily is at the age where she hates restaurants. Here are a few...
Needless to say we had a wonderful weekend of fun stuff in Texas that we wouldn't have probably done without company here.
Monday night my sol and I had a deep discussion which lasted till the wee hours of the morning. I don't get these talks often because A) Gary is not much of a talker and B) my family lives too far away. Anyway it covered most aspects of culture, marriage, political concerns, and ethics. And I went to bed feeling very satisfied. Thanks Mo.
However, my body did not agree with the enjoyment I got out of this lengthy night. In truth I think we just had a cold coming and it decided to hit the day they left. For someone who usually goes to bed by 9:30, I think my body just decided to revolt. So I was out and when I say out I mean out for the next three days. Gary and I both got a terribly sick.
This was the work week....Lily wakes me up at 8....lay in front of the TV half asleep while Lily watches Sesame Street. Put her down for a morning nap. Go back to sleep and sleep until Lily who has been playing patiently in her crib for 45 minutes gets fed up and needs to get out. Poor Lily. But on the gratitude not, I didn't remember what it was like to have a fever. Now I can empathize with Lily next time she is sick.
I decided this week was a test of both my patience with my family and my capacity to get everything done I had to do this week. Needless to say both didn't fair so well.
But on a different note. As of Friday I started feeling much better (although I probably don't sound it) and I had a piano recital saturday....my first. My students did great!!! I could have improved the introduction, and no one really talked after the recital, which I am not the best at moving group conversations....but the students were very cute none the less, and very prepared.
Sunday brought my class teaching sharing time...I felt so good about the lesson Sunday morning. I have been thinking about it/working on it all week. This morning I felt so good about it. I felt like I really had my lesson planned exactly....but it BOMBED. Just so you know, the game of telephone does not work with 4-7 year old...neither does the game of memory. I ran out of time to play the last game. The only dispute I had was that I felt so good about my preparations this morning then to have it totally bomb. So I figured I was supposed to learn something out the experience. Even if it was only to pray for guidance.
So that was my week. How about you?
