Yesterday was a busy day at Chez Auburnchick.
But first, can I just mention the Survivor finale from Wednesday night?
The entire season was so emotional! What a bittersweet ending.
So, back to Thursday.
It was my Friday.
I worked so hard at school and cranked out some grading during my planning period, lunch, and my students’ silent reading times. I am down to two sets of class assignments…both from the seven total school days I was out with my ankle. I see light at the end of the tunnel.
When I got home from school, my focus shifted from school work to housework.
Yes, that’s right. Housework…as in the stuff I’ve been unable to do since breaking my ankle.
First up was the bathroom counter. I didn’t take a “before” picture. Trust me. It wasn’t pretty. Here’s what it looked like after I finished.
Next, I headed to the kitchen to do the second task the Mr. had requested…the stove.
Once again, there’s no before picture. Just admire the shiny gleam.
I was careful, I promise. I kept my knee on the scooter and didn’t reach out in crazy directions. Yes, it was slow-going, but I got both tasks done in plenty of time to wrap my first present of the season.
The Mr. has wrapped all of our other gifts.
After that, I fed the dogs for the first time since I got hurt and let them out to potty.
By that time, the Mr. had gotten home from work, so I sat down, iced my ankle, and knit while I caught up on a few shows I had on the DVR.
Can we talk irony for a moment? I started a new sock project right after my surgery and, without realizing it, have been working on the right sock…which I can’t try on until I get my cast off. Sigh. I’ve modeled it on the left foot for now.
It was weird…watching TV while knowing that I didn’t have to go in to work the next day (Friday).
We were staying up later because we had special plans.
It got dark, and we got in the car and drove to the airport.
We sat and waited about 45 minutes…
I couldn’t keep the smile from my face…
Time quickly passed, and before I knew it, I was crutching my way toward my sweet boy and his girl…reunion in full-on mode.
Y’all, I’d anticipated this moment for weeks. In the last few days leading up to the evening, I’d gotten teary-eyed a few times just thinking about it.
Of course, my plans had originally included a tackle hug, but after my little “fall,” I had to reimagine the affair. It turned into a careful, step–by-step walk into my boy’s arms.
Cue the tears…for real this time.
I hugged his girl afterward, such a sweet young lady she is. The bonds are strong after having weathered basic training separation anxiety together this past spring.
Having them in the car with us as we drove them to the house was pure bliss. Going to sleep knowing that they were only a couple of rooms away…well, I don’t even know if I can describe the feeling.
They’ll be on this side of the states until after Christmas. You know that I’m going to enjoy every single second of it. More shenanigans are to be had, that’s for sure!