I'm in my classroom, listening to the gorgeous sound of rain pounding on our roof while the Ting Tings sing "That's Not My Name." I'm cleaning my desk out-- really, there's not a whole lot to do for next year because Caroline helped me one LONG afternoon before I went on maternity leave, throwing stuff out and organizing since I wouldn't be back before the end of the year. Mostly, I'm just straightening, moving stuff around, putting up a new bulletin board (thank you Melissa-- that thing is such a pain to do alone)...and being in here like I am, not pregnant, because I was literally pregnant all last school year. From probably the second or third week of school until April 24.
Sometimes I respond to daily writing prompts with my kids, and while throwing papers out I happened to find one of my responses. I know it's sad, but I wanted to record it here. Excuse the topic-- we were laughing at the old school "What I did on my spring break" writing prompt and decided to do it as a group.
On mine... I slept. I'm not kidding. I looked at Spring Break and said, "You are a quilt" and I tied it around my body and buried my face in it. I told my husband that I would be sleeping the entire break. I told my mom. I told all friends who wanted to meet for coffee or lunch: I'll be asleep. I'll be watching movies or re-runs of the Housewives of New York. And sleeping. And probably eating. But the eating thing has gone away. Replaced by severe heartburn and a kicking, rolling, big, beautiful baby who is wanting OUT! So my spring break? Was it cold? Did it rain? Was there snow? Not in my dreams or in my quilt. I was asleep, happily gestating and waiting for my baby to come...
Sigh.
Ben, you changed me in so many ways. How I wish you were here with me today...
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