Tonight Neil headed out to the Colby Homecoming game solo--the kids and I thought pjs and coziness sounded better. This in and of itself was a rarity (not the pjs and coziness), but the Neil part. Honestly, in ten years, I can count on one hand the times Neil went somewhere at nighttime without me. So I decided I would make the house all super-clean--nothing my man likes better than coming home to a clean house! Then I got really crazy and thought, maybe I'd finally bust into the wine I got as a gift...back in June. So I retrieve it...blow the dust off a wine glass...and stare at the bottle...and realize...I have NO means of removing the cork. True, sad, story. Did I mention I don't get around to consuming adult beverages much? Or...ever? The hooch was not to be had. When exactly did I become boring? (Well, perhaps just dull-at-sundown...my days are still lived out in a caffeine filled haze...boring is probably NOT the best descriptor!)
Either way, I pretended to reenact a nighttime from my pre-mommy days. Candles, dim lights, loud music, cleaning, and swayin' to and fro. It was almost believable...except instead of a sticky post-party coffee table I was matching up tiny discarded socks and Squinkies.
As far as the teaching gig goes...it's not that I don't have oodles to share, it's just that my teaching is SO all-consuming right now. I am literally spending every waking moment thinking, planning, and talking about my job. All my computer time is sucked up with school-related searches and such, that the thought of actually blogging about it exhausts me. I'm not complaining--I'm excited and engaged and in love with my job all over again...but at the same time I have SO much racing around my mind at all times that I just don't have the energy to sort it all out on the screen. So don't expect much from me for awhile...
Back to the personal...on Sunday is the Community Care Walk...huge memory-marker for Neil and I. Eleven years ago Neil (after much begging and prodding) convinced little ole' then-single-me to walk with him...we walked, and talked, and flirted. I met his sister, Carolyn, for the first time that day...and...drum roll please...that was the first time Neil and I admitted to "liking" each other. Yes, I know, we acted twelve, but I can still remember us both standing in the stairwell of the school, bottom landing--he on one side of the stairs, me on the other, going..."Well, I like you..." and "I like you, too...." "Now what?" And seriously, that was it. I mean literally--he left and I went home, both totally clueless on how to proceed. In those early days we were like magnets...as hard as we fought to keep our distance, fighting it was fruitless--we were drawn together--and never has it faltered.