Them: “How’s it going?”
Me: “It’s going.”
I’m going to set a goal for myself to blog every weekend, because I haven’t done a great job of keeping people updated.
We’re a few weeks into school, and let me tell you, it’s been a challenge. I’m teaching second grade, and we have a lot of energy and a lot of feelings and a lot of loud voices. We’re trying to establish some solid rules and routines, and well, it’s a work in progress. I’ll write a more detailed report about school later.
This week started off with Teacher’s Day, a day in which students show their appreciation for their teachers with gifts. Now, my love language is not and has never been gifts, but one of my kids brought me a box of Ferrero Rocher, and I’m pretty excited about it.
By the time I took this photo, my once-lush flowers were starting to wilt (I didn’t have a vase, oops) but you get the idea.
Last weekend, Thomas and I also stopped by a supermarket that is straight out of our dreams. They didn’t have everything we wanted, but they had a lot of stuff that we can’t get at our little grocery store by the metro stop, and we were very excited. The last place we went before checking out was to this magical area.
We bought one bottle of wine, which we haven’t opened yet. Maybe this weekend we’ll do that. I’m pretty sure we bought a corkscrew at Ikea so we should be all set.
The truly tragic thing that happened when we were at the store was the loss of my metro card. It was particularly sad because it probably had more than 20 bucks on it. It must have fallen out of my pocket while we were shopping. We tried to find it, but it was long gone. It was an adorable Hello Kitty design, which I replaced with a Starry Night one. Thomas is entrusted with holding my new one, because his pockets aren’t worthless and he carries a wallet.
Anyway, I’ll catch you up more later, but I feel like I’m running on fumes. Wish me luck.