This week is dragging on and on. Friday is a half day at school; and next week is Spring Break, so after Friday we don't go back until April 9th. You'd think, with the way the days usually fly by, that this week would be a breeze. Wrong! Everyone is losing patience with being there, students, teachers, and staff alike, and tempers are short all around. Maybe it's spring fever? Who knows.
My husband has been in a funk, too. When he's got something on his mind he turns silent and withdraws and won't tell me what's wrong. It can be mildly upsetting to me, although after all these years as a couple (twenty all together) I know the best thing to do is leave him alone and let him work out whatever it is. He'll talk about it when he's ready. I suspect it's his oncologist appointment next week, possibly combined with some lingering grief for his mom. Her birthday is coming up.
The house is kind of messy, too. I didn't want to do much housework over my birthday, and Gregg has been working extra hours some evenings, so things have gotten kind of funky around here, fast. After unusually irritating days at work, I haven't felt like doing much after I get home and so dinner on the table and a maintenance load of laundry is about all I've got left in me. Sigh. I hate a messy house.
The only fun part of this week so far occurred last night when I discovered via a friend's Facebook post that the third season of Better Call Saul had landed on Netflix! I love this show, and we binge watched half the new season in one sitting. Greedy pigs, we are! It's a prequel to one of my favorite shows of all time, AMC's Breaking Bad, and has the same great directors and writers (and even some of the characters!) We'll probably finish season 3 tonight. So that's been the bright spot in this crappy week so far.
Is it Friday yet?