Is it Spring Break yet?
I was going to start this post with an offer to make out with whoever would come over to my house and make me eggs. But then I remembered my dad reads this sometimes (Hi, Dad!), so I decided not to offer favors over the internet in exchange for food.
Also, it just seemed unfair to make promises that I’m unlikely to deliver on.
So, why do I want someone to make me eggs, anyway? I know how to scramble, fry, and hard-boil them myself. Eggs are versatile and easy, a simple solution for the lazy home cook. So, what’s the big deal?
Let me explain by way of a story: Last year, when I was babysitting during the height of the holiday season, my charge for the evening and I curled up on the couch to enjoy some Thomas the Tank engine stories* before bed. Mid-way through some saga about lugging coal up a mountain, the then five year-old snuggled next to me looked up and said, “I’ve had a babysitter since Tuesday. It’s Saturday. And I didn’t get a nap today. This week has been forever. Also, your hair is itchy.” Blown away by his profound wisdom, all I could say was, “I totally feel you, kid.” And then I put my hair in a high ponytail.
I think about that phrase, “this week has been forever,” every time the week gets long and I get a little punchy. Because it so perfectly sums up what it means to be tired tired and still have a ways to go before you sleep.
This week, I did two things to make the journey to Friday that much sweeter. First, I bought myself that deluxe pack of dry-erase markers** I’ve had my eye on, once again cementing my reputation as the Queen of Office Supplies. I also have faint hopes that this will win me tiny crumbs of affection from my students. Because who doesn’t love a colorful classroom?
Second, I’ve been having cravings for my favorite comfort foods, like mac and cheese. So, I had some*** of that for dinner. But I also wanted candy. And not just any candy. I wanted — and bought myself — CANDY!
* These stories reinforce my worldview that I should be constantly working towards being “very useful.” If you’ve ever run into me in one of my here-there-everywhere-kicking-ass-and-taking-names moods and heard me say that, now you know my source material.
** The multicolor 12-pack. Jealous?
*** Okay, like 85% of a box of Annie’s Deluxe. What are you, the police?