TGIF!

Like never before, we have that Friday feeling! Hooray! You have no idea what a week this has been. I don't want to take too much time away from this precious evening in to type, but in brief, Samara woke up around 10pm on Sunday night with a 103.7 fever and was up all night. The poor thing looked like she had huge red apples lodged into each cheek and her chin and it was heartbreaking to see her so unwell, and scary. On Monday morning, Steve said he would stay home from work, and so I left my two loves, with tears in my eyes, only to have them roll down my cheeks as soon as I entered Tower and was asked about my little girl. The week was very, very tricky. Balancing the schedule and getting Samara to her next babysitting gig was very hard, while working around the on and off schedule I have at school. I took her to the doctor on Monday afternoon and she was declared flued-out and very fortunately, each day, she has been more and more of herself. Andrew was a huge help this week, taking her for an hour or two on more than one occasion, once she was better. Steve took off 3 mornings, and Anne took off today. Steve would have taken more, except that on Thursday, he started his new job! Woohoo! He is now Legislative Director at Youthbuild and it is a brilliant job for him and I am so proud, so happy... he deserves this so much! More on that another time. On Wednesday night, just as we were celebrating his leaving AIG for the last time he walked to our car in Boston where he'd parked on the street and found it totally smashed in. Someone had crashed into it on the side of the street and shattered the driver's side. Knowing that I'd just worked at least a month or two at Tower for nothing was very depressing and just sad thinking how dishonest man can be, but enough of that for now. Nothing more can be done. The car sits in our driveway tonight, awaiting another 8" of snow tomorrow (and did I mention we had another 6" this week, to add to the challenges) and we'll deal with it when we have the pennies and seconds. But all of that aside, and the tears and tragedies of leaving my little girl, I must say the return to Tower was very smooth, very happy, very perfect. When I actually had time to focus in on what I was doing, I fell in love all over again with the freedom of that job, the joy of teaching Spanish and my truly SUPER students. One of my classes in particular epitomizes everything I adore about this profession and this world I enter into when I step within a Spanish classroom. They are the laugh and learn type and they make my job very, very wonderful. While I still watch the clock and jet out that door as soon as I can to get home to my baby girl, I know I am lucky to have this chance to do what I do well once again, bring in a few more dimes for our family and make ends meet. I know not what the future holds, but after a week of trials and tribulations, I'm very happy for the weekend, very happy for all we have.