Woo! My weekend simply flew by, because that is what happens when you have an active social schedule the way that I do. It’s not easy being a socialite, but somehow I manage it.
Come to think of it, I suspect this weekend was a year’s worth of weekend excitement, owing to the fact that most of the time I consider it a busy weekend if I get up off the couch long enough to look for more snacks.
Anyway, I bid farewell to my usual level of sloth these last few days and was VERY BUSY and as a result, I now need a weekend to recover from my weekend. Um. Hmmm. Seems like this could be a problem, what with it being Monday and all. Oops.
I shall bravely soldier on, stopping only to nibble on leftovers in the fridge! Because I am a trooper that way!
On Friday afternoon, Otto and I volunteered in Chickadee’s class for their holiday project. Otto took pictures of the kids and printed them out, and I helped them make ornaments to put the pictures on. Except, um, mostly the teacher helped them and I herded children in and out of the classroom to have their photos done, and withstood a million questions.
I have mentioned before that this school has a lot of impoverished students, and while my heart is generally black and unyielding and made of stone, by the time we finished up on Friday I wanted to take Chickadee’s class home with me and feed them all. It was… I really don’t have the words. It was heartbreaking. Some of these kids were just ASTOUNDED to see not one, but TWO parents in the classroom. Xtina (remember her? the little girl who tormented Chickie so, at the beginning of the year?) saw me sneak over and give Chickadee a hug and a kiss, and she commenced following me around like a little puppy. Any time I stood still, she sidled up to me and put her arms around my waist. I hugged her back and smoothed her hair and had vivid flashes of fantasies involving punching her mother in the face.
(Yes, truly I am filled with the love of Christ.)
Another girl who had been made to write an apology letter to Chickadee after an incident came up and asked me if I had read her letter. (In it, she had asked Chickadee to please tell me that she wouldn’t do it again.) I smiled, called her by name, and complimented her on such a wonderful letter that she’d clearly spent so much time on. She BEAMED and spent the rest of the class time following me around. She wanted to know what color I like to paint my nails (they’re not painted), how long Otto and I have been married (7 months), and if I’m really a writer (yep).
One boy got frustrated with his work and put his head down on his desk… I walked over and got down on my knees by his chair to have a look. I told him not to worry, here was a couple of ways he could still do what he was trying to do… and OH MY look at that handsome picture, well, it hardly mattered what he did with his ornament at this point, because everyone was only going to have eyes for that picture, my my my. He perked up and even smiled a little.
A gaggle of children crowded around the photo printer, and two kids appointed themselves as Otto’s helpers, running printed pictures back into the classroom to their classmates.
It was exhausting, but good. I think. I hope it was.
After that, it was on to a weekend of no redeeming social value whatsoever. Or something.
Friday night I went on another “knitting” night, although I am still staunchly refusing to knit. It was a bigger group this time and cake was involved. (My kind of gathering.) I am slowly starting to feel like yes, okay, I have some friends here. I have people who will invite me into their homes, let their dogs slobber all over me, and hand me a glass of wine.
I have priorities, you know.
Saturday we finished up with the Christmas decorations and cleaned the house, because Saturday night we hosted a little party for some of Otto’s students. That evening can be summed up thusly: They are young, and we are old. I had forgotten the lure of FREE FOOD when you’re a college student, frankly. Plus I had forgotten that when you are in college, a couple of children eager to show off in your presence are entertaining yet utterly alien, and your reaction to them will be a mix of bemusement and terror.
Also I enjoyed watching the students crack on Otto about how different his life must be now.
(But the best part was watching Monkey greet the first student to arrive, who happened to be a young man with a ponytail halfway down his back. “OH!” cried Monkey immediately, “I AM GROWING MY HAIR OUT, TOO!” Said student gave a big smile and a thumbs-up, and Monkey was walking on air for the rest of the evening.)
Sunday meant spending most of the day at church to sing the cantata (twice!) and attend the luncheon we had afterwards, and then Monkey and I went out to do a little Christmas shopping for his sister. I would’ve preferred taking a nap to discussing the various relative merits of different Littlest Pet Shop animals, but we can’t always get what we want.
It’s a very exciting life I lead. I am hoping to get that nap, later.