It’s Saturday. It’s 10:35 a.m. I slept until after 8… a luxury for me. I feel as though I’m supposed to be doing something, I must be forgetting something. Well, I am supposed to be doing something. I am supposed to be volunteering at my son’s Fine Arts Festival, and then watching him perform in the Jazz Band and the 7th Grade Band. Nope. Not this year. I feel out of sorts. I’m disappointed for my son and all the other students in the district who don’t get to show off their amazing skills they’ve worked so hard on all year. So I Slice.
My mind wanders, though. I check Facebook. Again. I seriously need to stop. Every time I do, I think, “Maybe I should go to the store.” My stomach flips. No. We’re fine. We will be fine. I did not panic shop, I will not panic shop. Things will be better next week, and we have enough of everything to last beyond that.
We are spending time with friends this afternoon. It is after all, St. Patrick’s Day weekend. The local parade was cancelled, but the local bars are still holding their festivities. We are going. Am I nervous? Maybe just a bit. I don’t want to become a hermit, though. We have been planning this for a month. Nervous? Yeah, but a green beer should take care of that!