Yesterday was a hard day. We've been doing really well around here. Working full time with a toddler while 22 weeks pregnant is hard. There is a lot of juggling...and a lot of help from the Irishman involved. We'd been doing it all, but yesterday I got behind at work. I have a hard time staying awake long enough to grade more than one class set of papers at night right now. As a result the pile I've been working on got the best of me.
Oh, and my nausea returned. Ick.
It was a teacher work day, so I was able to shut the doors to my room and suffer through it without an audience. I called the Irishman in tears knowing my grades would be turned in late. The usually very patient bookkeeper was not so patient yesterday. I felt awful...both for being behind on my work and physically sick, but there was nothing more I could do at that point other than keep working.
My wonderful husband stepped up in a big way. I stayed until my grades were finished (an hour and a half past the deadline, though she said I could take the night) and he picked up Caitlin from daycare. He stopped at the post office to mail the packages I've been meaning to mail since Friday. He got home and realized his phone was dead and he left his house key inside the locked house, so he and Caitlin went to visit a neighbor with a spare key. When we got in and nothing sounded good to me, he threw together an odd assortment of left overs for dinner and didn't complain when all I could eat was a frozen waffle.
I felt like the day chewed me up and spit me out, but it was just one day. It is all a balancing act. One of the younger teachers on the team worked on her classroom this weekend. I was admiring how tidy her room was and how she was ahead on her grading and such. She keeps saying that she wishes she knew how to enjoy her weekends. She's said it before...I know she is being honest and not just trying to make me feel better.
We are all just trying to stay afloat. Yesterday might have been a rough day, but I am caught up now (for the most part) and focusing on the blessings in our lives - the things going right. (And that smile!)
I'm not going to worry about the pictures I haven't edited yet, or the "should haves."
I'm going to enjoy weekends at the pool or the beach with my loves and not feel guilty about it.