I’m OK with reality.

It’s the end of a busy weekend, and for once, I feel GOOD about staring Monday in the face. Yes, I wish I were independently wealthy and that Monday meant I could wake up, head to my office in my jammies and dabble with some designs while sipping a Diet Coke laced with the barest hint of brandy.  A calm, sweet J would play by my side, gazing adoringly at me from time to time.  I’d also have time to make and serve fresh-squeezed orange juice and something fantastically delish for breakfast.  (So fantastically delish that I can’t even imagine what it would be right now, since I’m still mired in my current existence, which includes a bad Packers game playing on the TV and a few tablespoons of chocolate chip cookie dough from a tube.) Later, J and I would create arts and crafts in a beautiful, spacious and bright studio.

Somewhat unfortunately, I am not living that existence.  I’m still happy, though.  Today my dear husband gave me the time to go to school and Get Work Done.  It took 7 hours, and I only got home about an hour ago, but I got all my grading done–some of which got a little piled up that week and a half I was sick. Plus, I got a few other odds and ends done around the classroom.  Yay.

Plus, not only did J and T come to school to eat dinner with me, but we got to walk around school while J pointed out all the tigers (his favorite animal aside from the all-important bovine) and acted like a perfect, little cherub.  T even called when it was bedtime and coached J to say, “I love you”  and “Good night” and “Bye-bye!” It kind of made me melty.

So, although I am back to living the life of an underpaid and overworked teacher, at least I’ve got two men at home that make me melt inside–just a little bit.