This past week I was supposed to be enjoying fall break while my kids went back to school (I teach in a neighboring district with a different schedule). I had it all scheduled: I’d work just a little but mostly I’d be binge-watching “Breaking Bad” and prepping the yard for Halloween. Alas, my beautiful week full of fun and relaxation was not to be. Nevertheless, girl power saw me through.
Sunday night had me pulling our Honda Accord into a hotel parking lot on the way home from the Colts-Patriots debacle to find a screw embedded in the driver side tire. I moped around on Monday hoping Doo would handle the flat. He did not. So on Tuesday after a quick YouTube video and a glimpse at the owner’s manual, I nearly sprained my wrist trying to get the lug nuts loosened. Eventually I managed to jack up the car and put on the spare. I was covered in grease and sweat, and had to spend another two hours at Discount Tire, but I did it. Girl power!
The next morning I woke up to horrible sinus pressure coupled with the realization that I had unfortunately scheduled a dentist appointment for noon. Wednesday was a complete wash except to say that despite having my poor teeth drilled, I managed to carpool four kids to five activities, make dinner, and set up a witch, a grim reaper and a zombie Maddie without offing anyone. Girl power!
Thursday I felt even worse despite an Alka Seltzer Cold cocktail to wash down some Benadryl. After almost three hours of driving around the Southside to find flooring for our fecal-contaminated house (see previous column), I had to take our stupid dog to the stupid vet for a stupid vaccination. She’s an immature 70-pound Lab with anxiety issues who cannot tolerate small, enclosed spaces. Girl power not only gave me the patience to bring her home, but also to spend the evening battling extension cords and orange twinkle lights.
The perfect fall break it was not, but thank you Jesus for girl power! Peace out.