I took the day off.
I went to my CHILDREN'S school... not to teach, not to present, but to be a mom.
I got to see MY son get an award presented to him.
I got to be the parent volunteer that DIDN'T know the routine or what was going on.
I GOT to see my son's face beam as his classmate asked him if HIS mom could push them on the swings.
I wish there were MORE days like this...
Unfortunately...I get to see OTHER people's children get the awards, follow the routine, and beam at the parent volunteer most days.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job...It just makes me sad that I miss out on my own kids because of it.
I swear the bird species is out to get me!
In high school, it was nothing for me to hit a bird with my car.
But it hasn't happened in a LONG time...until today.
I was driving back from being at my boys' school.
Up ahead I saw 2 buzzards enjoying their noon meal of road kill.
As I approached, BOTH took fight.
One, however, flew straight for me!
It hit my windshield with a strong THUD.
I did not happily snicker or laugh like I did way back when...because my windshield was covered in blood...and I had been eating.
1 Dead bird = 1 lost appetite.