Just reading the title of this post probably makes the majority of you jealous (if there were actual people reading this blog), and I can understand that. I feel very fortunate to be able to work from home on the best day of the week. I jam pack every one of my weekends- from visits to Atlanta to NYC, to day trips to Baltimore, etc. I really try to make sure I barely have a moment to breathe, but this is the only way for me to visit my friends who are dispersed around various parts of the country and the globe.
I have once again managed to do that this weekend. Last weekend I was in NYC and even extended the trip a bit and came back Monday morning. This weekend after a Saturday full of meeting friends, the boy's parents for a museum date, and a bar crawl, Sunday morning I'll get started with the 8k Jingle All the Way run and then head to Baltimore to meet a friend driving in from Delaware (and her fiance for the first time!) Exhausting, but awesome and I can't wait.
Today was supposed to be the beginning of the craziness. I was going to go for a run, get some work in, study a little (debating potentially furthering my education), spend the early evening with my youth (www.casadc.org), and then get ready for a friend's business debut (www.popularise.com). <---shameless plug. Anyway, I called my youth's foster mother and apparently she doesn't want to see me (or anyone), and half of me is excited that I have more free time and half of me is sad because that means I'm either not connecting with her, she doesn't like me, or she really does want to be along. This girl has had a tough life. I hope we can help her figure it all out soon.
Oh well, off to drink some more tea and paint my nails to attempt to look a little more girlie before tonight...
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