I’ve kind of been on an unintentional vacation this past week.
I was intending on kicking back as hard as I did, but I’m not mad about it. This past week has been, pretty much, one of the few completely uneventful weeks of summer I’ll have this year. So I reveled in it.
I intended on getting some projects done, going into work for a bit and preparing for next year.
But then I thought, it’s still June, it can wait. I just got done a long and stressful year; I deserve a few days to laze around and decompress.
So, I’m having a moment. A long moment. Where I suddenly just have a huge laundry list of things I want to do, improve, change, re-do….something. It’s kind of crazy. It’s not a bad crazy, but a little overwhelming. And it kind of kept me awake last night, which isn’t a good thing because I have a hard enough time falling asleep most nights without all of this.
In my head I have re-decorating and purging of my house that I want to do, some new cosmetic and personal care stuff I want to try out, some organizational stuff I want to implement in the house, finally handling some like personal stuff that I’ve been putting off. and like just so much stuff that, if I could have a genie where I just snap my fingers and it’s all done, that would be great!
But I don’t have a genie, so, this is going to take awhile.
I was talking about this with a couple friends of mine the other night and they called it “The 30 Curse”. Because….I’m turning 30 in August (insert fake loud scream here) and apparently, it’s a thing to feel this whole period of change and things you want to change about yourself and your life because you’re turning 30. So it’s like a pre-midlife crisis? I don’t know.
Honestly, I have no strong feelings one way or another when it comes to turning 30. I really don’t. My mother has told me for years that she spent most of her 29th year ill because turning 30 was such a horrendous thought to her. On the other side I’ve had several friends tell me that turning 30 was the best thing ever. I genuinely have no strong feelings one way or the other. So, I don’t relate this whole thing to me turning 30. Could it be? Sure. Is it more likely just this thing I do every few years where I feel the urge to purge all the clutter in my living area and change shit? More likely.
Now, I know myself. When I get like this, I have a tendency to like….go big or go home; meaning I do everything in a short amount of time and slightly kill myself in the process and I don’t often get the result I’m going for. So I’m currently dumping everything out in my brain to figure out where I want to start, what I’m putting off, and I guess the order and end result I’m going for.
I feel like saying that will make something horrible happen.
But it’s true. Nothing that out of the ordinary has happened in awhile.
Devon and I have been both been super busy with school lately. For me it’s college application season, so I basically spend most of my waking moments walking girls off the ledge in regards to whether or not they think they’re going to get into the colleges they’re applying to and then sending out copious amounts of transcripts for them. I kind of feel robotic in most of my conversations at this point, which most senior year counselors would probably agree with.
We do have a three-day weekend this weekend, though. Well MY school does. Devon’s does not. HAHA! We have our big annual open house tomorrow. So because of all the prep that the faculty and staff do to prep for it, we close the Monday after as sort of a comp day for everyone. I think the faculty are more excited about this than the students are. Our Admissions department ladies are the most excited. They’ve been working like 12-15 hour days the past few weeks preparing for tomorrow. I couldn’t do what they do; they’re tireless. I’d be rocking back and forth in a corner somewhere if I had to do all that they do.
I feel like October has flown by. September seemed to take forever, by October just went by in the blink of an eye. We’re already trying to get started for the holidays so that we aren’t as delinquent as we were last year with shopping at the last minute and rushing to get so much done.
Black Friday Ads are slowly trickling out. YAY!! I actually need to get a new desktop this year. Something happened to mine, I’m not sure what, but it’s dying. Horribly. It’s actually even lost some of my files I had saved on there, too. So I want to get a harddrive to back things up on, too. Luckily desktop computers aren’t that expensive anymore. I really only need a tower, too, the rest of my stuff is fine. Hopefully, Black Friday is good to me this year. That is the online Black Friday, cause I don’t go out. No. Devon and I camp out in our office on our computers and shop that way on Black Friday. You couldn’t pay me to go out.
OMG THERE ARE DONUTS IN THE FACULTY ROOM!!
Welcome to my Food ADHD. I just saw an email pop up that a parent wanted to thank the faculty so she brought in a ton of Dunkin Donuts for everyone. I got excited. Donuts are exciting.
Excuse me, I need to go claim one before everyone tramples. Teachers get crazy for donuts.
It occurs to me that I’m pretty sure I never introduced all of you to the third member of our household. She has more legs than anyone in here and has the biggest personality and yet, outside of mentioning her, I don’t think I’ve ever introduced her. I’m sure she will punish me with a hairball later.
You think this cute little face wouldn’t leave a gross hairball on my carpet as punishment?
Don’t let her fool you; she will.
This is Maya. The ever cute yet crazily infamous, Maya, my 12 year old (ish) tortoiseshell (or “tortie” for those in the know) cat.
She’s cray-cray. Don’t get me wrong, she’s my baby, but she’s cray.
Tortie’s are known for their unbelievably unique personalities and Maya is no different. Devon and I joke that she’s not really a cat because she hates being alone, is not nocturnal, comes when you call her, and doesn’t really chase things. She never learned how to cat. I sometimes think she’s more human than cat. She hates other animals and will not settle for anything less than being the center of attention.
The second our alarm goes off in the morning, she wakes up and starts meowing. I’m not a morning person, so yes this can be annoying because she does it non-stop for about 10 minutes. I’m pretty sure she thinks she’s the only one who hears the alarm, so she has to relay the wake up message to Devon and I. She takes a break while we get dressed/ready to leave until we’re both eventually in the kitchen. Then, if we don’t feed her in an appropriate time frame, she starts yelping (while standing next to her bowl) until one of us heeds her demands. Then she saunters off and doesn’t touch her food for at least 20 minutes after we’ve filled her bowl. I’m pretty sure it’s just her smarmy way of saying “yeah, don’t forget who runs this house, humans”.
If we’re home, she spends her day alternating between sitting with me or Devon, sitting on the windowsill looking at birds, taking power naps, and running random mad dashes around the house.
On days we’re out or working; the second one of us walks through the door, she runs to the door and starts jumping around. Not very cat-like. I told you she doesn’t know how to cat. She’s also meowing up a storm, which I’m pretty sure is just her repeating, “OMG I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE FOREVER!” in cat-speak. Then she spends the evening alternating between me and Devon and randomly meowing/complaining when we aren’t showering her with attention because we’re both falling asleep.
When we’re reading/hanging out before bed at night, she comes in and has to lay herself between Devon and I on our bed. As if to remind us that she’s still here and we aren’t asleep yet. Once we go to sleep, she often follows suit somewhere in our bedroom. More often than not on the floor at the foot of our bed. She needs her sleep so that she can repeat the same alarm action the next morning.
Maya was my cat before Devon and I were together. I’ve had her for about 10 years. She’s my little girl and is spoiled rotten and she knows it. Luckily for me, Devon loves cats, so was all about living with a cat when we moved in together. Also, luckily for me, Maya adores him. The first night we were all in this house, she spent most of the night sniffing around him and then contently purring on his lap. All he has to do these is snap his fingers and she runs right over to him. He even calms her down better than I do, these days. I had to take her to the vet which is hopelessly traumatizing for her. She normally hides for hours when we get home. He took her out of her carrier, rubbed her back and talked quietly to her. She was calm in about 10 minutes and didn’t hide. He’s like the Maya-whisperer. And she loves her Devon.
She’s my baby. It’s insane how much you can love an animal. Even one who is as high maintenance and high strung as this little furball. Never a dull moment with her, that’s for sure. I say this, as she’s currently, hopelessly, rubbing her “scent” all over my laptop. She’s probably trying to figure out why I’m on here and not paying her any attention.
So she’s like, “I’m just gonna sit here and wait and see how long it takes you to play with me instead of that big box thingy”.
Summer has been great. It was relaxing, enjoyable, and rejuvenating.
Still doesn’t necessarily mean I’m ready to go back though.
I’ve enjoyed not really having a schedule to follow and to be able to go places when I choose. This week I already have meetings and schedules and things that I need to take care of. I have a school to-do list about 20 bullet points long already. And given how many meetings we have before school starts some of my list isn’t likely to get done.
This is the sad song of all educators, I know.
Don’t get me wrong, like I’ve said I love my job and once I get back into my schedule I will be totally okay.
I’m not just back in it yet. So it’ll take a couple weeks to get back in the school groove.
It also likely means a regular blogging schedule will recommence. I got super lazy this summer. At the end of the day I’m okay with that. Sometimes you just need some time to relax and lay back so that you can come back ready to take on a lot again. And…I’m getting there.
This summer did make me realize something though. I spent probably….90% of the summer with Devon. I’m not tired of him yet.
I KNOW THAT SOUNDS WEIRD!
But I’m someone that normally has issues being around the same person a lot. Even with my roommates in college; most of them I was friends with so I lived with them and spent a lot of time with them. There usually came the point where I would think, okay I like you but I’m gonna go elsewhere for awhile because I need a break.
Even in part relationships I’ve been the same way.
I would be more than fine to keep hanging out with Devon like I have been.
I even asked him if he was tired of me yet. He’s like, “nah, I’m good”.
So neither of us are tired of the other.
I might actually miss him when I go back to work.
That sounds sappy. Sappy happens sometimes.
But we are both people that usually needs a break after being around people for a long time but we are both still good here. There is no feeling like one is smothering the other or that we are attached at the hip or anything. It was a good little test for us. He didn’t annoy the crap outta me. Total win.
Tonight were doing a serenade to summer dinner. Nothing super fancy but nice since we both get the feeling that cooking isn’t going to be in the fore front this coming week. Were going to have a nice roasted chicken with basil rice and some roasted veggies. All delicious but not ridiculously labor intensive either since both of is are lapping up the last few hours of peace that we have.
Back to life tomorrow.
Summer you’ve been great. See ya again in 9-10 months.