I hope your weekend was a ball.
Mine was decidedly not, although it started out very promising with Friday night drinks with two of my best girls, it rapidly went downhill with a drastic weather change on Saturday. Whenever Indiana weather gets all psychotic and decides to go from January to July overnight, my brain explodes into a Migraine of Doom. 12,000 aspirin and a Vicodin later, the headache somehow got worse, and I was curled into a fetal position in my bedroom trying desperately to fight off waves of nausea (I didn't win that fight).
I spent all day Sunday feeling better but like someone had filled my entire body with sand, so in short, my house is still a mess, I'm still way behind on laundry, and oh, can I have another weekend? It's okay, though, because guess what? I have only NINE!SCHOOL!DAYS! left. And even though I'm actually going to miss some of my students and even though I'm sad that I won't be taking a 6+ month long vacation like I was embarking upon at this time last year, it's okay. Because summer is going to be so good, I just know it.