The past couple of weeks have been odd. The weather, I think, is being controlled by a maniacal little man who thinks it’s funny to screw around with snow, rain, thunder, lightening, and tornadoes. I’m quite discommbobulated. (I like saying that word, however, writing it is a different story.)
I have been sick for most of this week. My head has been extremely congested and now it has moved into my lungs. While I can now smell again, my chest feels tight and I fall into fits of coughing about every 20 minutes. At least I got a little more sleep last night.
Tonight is our school’s Sweetheart Dance. I have the task of chaperone. There’s a small battle I fight with myself each year over this dance. First of all, I think junior high students are too young to be having an affair of this magnitude (think high school prom, but with younger kids). We tried to get rid of it a few years ago, but parents threw a fit. We vote on a Sweeheart Court and they’ll crown a Sweetheart Queen and King. Give me a break. Second, doesn’t anybody realize that junior high dances are just an excuse for the parents? The kids rarely dance – they just stand around and talk or chace each other around the gym. Anyway, I will be here tonight, taking pictures and smiling, all the while wondering what we’re really teaching these kids.
While my husband and I are not fighting right now, we’re also not really talking about anything either. At first I worried that we were avoiding again, but I think we both needed some time away from the issues. There is a sadness in his eyes when he looks at me. He’s slightly hesitant when he kisses me good-bye or gives me a hug. We will talk and we will get through this I believe. It may take some time, but I’m willing to wait.
In just about three weeks (March 3) I will be having surgery. I’m becoming a little apprehensive – I mean, they are removing an organ. It’s not one I’m currently using, but still, it’s an organ. Okay, I have to stop thinking about this.