Late Friday Night

It’s late Friday night. There are five kids and two kittens around me. Well, the five kids are in two bedrooms, and right now, at 11:35pm, they are finally quiet. The two kittens are quiet too. We may all just make it to tomorrow morning.

Yesterday was a nice day. A very nice Thanksgiving. I ran in the morning. The weather was beautiful and running in the 65* sun was EXACTLY what I needed. I am SO GLAD I went for a run.

My second attempt at stuffing-from-scratch was better than the first. I’m glad I did a trial run because the tweaks made it better.

Dinner was really nice. My parents didn’t bicker. It was fun seeing old family friends. The kids did a really nice job. The whole evening was entirely pleasant, which I honestly wasn’t expecting. I was happily surprised.

Today we went to the SFMOMA to see Diego Rivera’s America. It was a an incredible exhibition and I’m glad I saw it before it leaves in January.

We also saw some other amazing art. I haven’t been to the SF MOMA in a really long time (maybe a decade?) and I’m so glad we went today. It’s a great museum and we should take advantage of it more.

After the museum it came together that each of my kids could have a friend spend the night. And so we planned for that. And then my daughter ended up with two friends spending the night, which is why there are five kids sleeping in my house tonight. Let’s just hope they all stay asleep.

And now it’s after midnight and I didn’t technically post on Friday, but Friday is in the title so we can count it.

Only two more day – a measly regular weekend amount of days – left of the break. I’m only on July for the calendar and I still haven’t graded any of those tests or reflections. Who knows, maybe I’ll get it all done in the next two days…

1 Comment

  1. re Diego liked it being laid out by time line AND the displays of process.
    Great you had two sleepovers with only one night involved.
    You have done a lot in a little amount of time.

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