Moving On

This week has been…unusual. D has been on night float all week, so I’ve seen him exactly an hour and a half each night this week. Except for Monday when I saw him for ten minutes. I keep thinking this is how it’ll be, only a bit worse, when he is in Connecticut doing his away rotation(s). He has tomorrow off to study for a test he has on Friday, so that’ll be a nice change of pace.

There’s been no lack of things to do or people to talk to, though. I usually charge my phone every other day, but I’ve been charging it every day at work this week. And I’ve been prepping the next night’s dinner so I just have to cook it when I get home…since D is only home for bit before he has to leave. (Tomorrow night: homemade pizza using Mom's yummy recipe on our newly purchased pizza stone…we’ll settle our ongoing debate of: Is pizza really better when baked on a stone?) I don’t know how people do third shift; you have to have a completely different lifestyle.

We went on a nice walk today to catch up and to get our exercise. I miss our nightly walks the most because the weather has been absolutely gorgeous (although Friday is supposed to be 92 and humid, ugh!). One of the things we talked about was Kindergarten Graduation on Friday. This will be my third, and mostly likely last, graduation. This was the year that would drag on and on, I was sure of it. Not so. And, for all their…differences…I actually think I’ll miss this group. They were needier than the other two classes, so all the intertwining relationships somehow morphed into something resembling a family. One was a big sister to another, another helped so-and-so with math after being helped with reading, and then everyone “helped” everyone else follow the rules they often “forgot” themselves. Actually, come to think of it, it wasn’t such a terrible year after all. I learned a lot, they learned a lot, and one of the girls even said today, “I definitely think I’m gonna miss you Ms. Jess. I will try to come back and visit you here.” Thanks…um…I definitely think I’m looking forward to that visit.

Next year will be my last class and I probably won’t be able to stay until graduation time because we’ll be moving before then. I feel like this is the calm before the storm and I keep telling myself to enjoy this year instead of rushing through it because I will one day look back on this time and long for it.

And speaking of longing for something...this is where I long to be:

I can't wait to hit the beach this summer. Dad, Mom, D, and I are taking a mini-vacation to either the beaches of Misquamicut, RI or Old Orchard Beach, ME for a few nights at the end of this month. 18 more days to be exact, but who's counting?