Raise your hand if...you're pooped from working with teenagers all day, and when the weekend comes, it takes you til late Sunday morning to feel rested, just in time to iron your clothes so you can back and do it all over again Monday morning.
Yeah, me too.
I like my job, I like the people I work with, I like the kids, I like my schedule.
It must be my age, but I find myself getting very weary by mid-afternoon, which wouldn't be an issue if classes were over by then. But they're not...not until about an hour after I feel like curling up on the lab table with a blankie and pillow and taking a snooze.
Which they frown on.
Plus, the kids don't really take you seriously if they see you curled up on the lab table with a pillow and blankie.
They think you're funny and old. Or old and funny...either way, it's not a good idea.
Raise your hand if...it's your wedding anniversary. Me, too!!
Today marks our 32nd wedding anniversary; 38 years together, 32 married, four children, two grandchildren, one retiree (him), one still working (moi). Lost all four of our parents, lost a lot of older family members, lots of memories, lots of changes...
...marriage isn't easy, but it sure is worth it.
Love and family are what matter most, more than anything.
Yesterday, my husband and I made a "quick" trip into Costco (even though there's no such thing!).
On our way in, I saw this woman leaving Costco...like, a life-size Barbie woman, dressed in a dress so tight that, well, there was NOTHING left to the imagination! She was also wearing what looked like 18" spike heels, but I'm sure there were more like 4" (like it matters).
She was also carrying a bouquet of flowers.
I nudged my husband and said "would'ja look at her!"
Without missing a single beat, he looked and said, "I wonder why she bought flowers."
How good of an answer was that?? I've been married to this man for 32 years, together 38, and he only saw the flowers!
He's always seen me through rose-colored glasses, and I pray he never takes them off!
Hi there. I'm a late 50s wife, mom, Nona, daughter, sister, friend, crafter and artist. When I grow up, I want to live on a teensy little farm in Vermont, but til then, I'm ok with our little acre here in New England.