Saturday! It's the weekend! We've had a long two weeks at school - conferences, Open House, report cards, amongst the craziness of teaching anyway - and I'm happy to have a weekend.
I'm not happy to blog. I don't really feel like sharing anything today. Sorry. It's St. Patrick's Day and people are going downtown to party, see the Chicago River turned green, and watch the parade. I've got one distance Irish relative, so I just put on a shirt with a shamrock on it and stayed at home most of the day.
I did some retail therapy this afternoon, due to a sort of "relationship" situation that is frustrating to me, but I'm definitely not going to blog about that.
I also went to Trader Joe's, which is not a place to go when you are sort of wallowing about life (including a good cry in the car). When the cashier asks "How's your day?" I say, "Good. You?" but really I feel guilty for lying. It's none of their business, but they are so friendly and nosy I feel like I have to come up with something that will fit their cheery day. Once I made up that I was having a party because the items I bought were for my own pity party, to be honest, and didn't want to have to tell them. It's a lot of pressure for me, which is silly.
So this post is just about my blasé Saturday and how I want to keep my story to myself today. It's part of my life, right? Not sharing it, as well as sharing? Maybe I'm stretching the concept.
Hope you found your pot o'gold today.