I‘m trying to remember the last time that our weekends were free and clear—no basketball games, no family get-togethers, no birthday parties, no cleaning, no projects to complete, no papers to grade, no planning to do, no obligations.
I guess I shouldn’t complain, though. After all, the two things that keep me most busy are also two things I’m most thankful for—my family and my teaching. Being busy with the things you love is probably the best kind of busy you can be.
Today, for example, after an early basketball playoff game for my 10-year-old (his team won!), we rushed around the house tidying up, then headed to my parents’ house for lunch. After lunch, we headed downtown to check in to our hotel and meet up with our friends who were visiting for the weekend. By the time we parked and settled in, it was time to get back in the car to head to the Sixers-Pistons game at the Wells Fargo Center.
It was the first time we’d taken the boys to a professional basketball game. My husband, a native Michigander, was more than happy to see his Pistons play the Sixers. We also got a great deal on StubHub for balcony suite tickets (it helps that the Sixers are just awful right now), though I’m afraid now that we’ve introduced the boys to luxury seating that we’ve set the bar too high.
Now it’s nearing midnight and we’re back at the hotel. I hadn’t realized how much walking we’d done today until I took my shoes off and put my feet up on the bed. We had gotten lost trying to find our seats at the arena and ended up walking around the entire diameter a few times. So now there’s just this dull throbbing pain where my feet used to be.
But again, I can’t complain. I’m exhausted, my eyelids heavy, but it was a day spent with family and friends. I know tomorrow we’ll be on-the-go again, with brunch in the morning and the museum in the afternoon. And after that? My 10-year-old’s science fair project awaits us at home.
So for now, I’ll make the most of these few overnight hours with my feet propped up, getting their well-deserved rest. They may be tired, but they’re also happy. I’m happy.
This post is part of the “Slice of Life” series, organized by the teachers at Two Writing Teachers, whose goal is to give teachers a place to write and reflect. This March, more than 300 teachers have committed to daily writing. If you’d like to read more “slices” (from other teachers and even some students), visit twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/challenges.