Weekend

 Friday was a terrible day.  I felt sick (like I was getting a cold).  I hadn't had a good night's sleep and I was way more tired than I should have been.  Still feeling the effects of chemo.  

I felt really discouraged about it (which doesn't help).

To add to my discouragement, my students took two math tests and the results were abysmal.  I feel like every time I miss school, they slip behind.

I want to be healthy and I want to live my life and do my things!  I feel like I keep getting thwarted.

I came home and cried and Adam picked me up and put me back together like he does.  He said, "You are living your life.  This is your life.  It's maybe not what you want it to be, but it's your life."

He's not wrong.  I don't have the energy or health I want.  I'm not at school as often as I want to be.  Fractions are hard for third graders.  This is my life.  What I do with this life of mine is up to me, but I can't pick all the circumstances.

Then I slept for ten hours and that helped a lot.

Emma celebrated her birthday in California with Braeden's family.

They treated her very well.

On Saturday, we went to lunch at Old Spaghetti Factory at the Trolley Square (birthday girl's choice) to celebrate.   Sitting next to Adam and across from Emma and Mark and just enjoying a leisurely lunch--we all got mizithra cheese, so good!--was a balm to my soul.  We told stories and caught up about our goings on.  We daydreamed about taking QE to Disneyland.  Adult children are the gift that keeps giving.  At every stage, I've enjoyed our kids more and more.  I'm grateful to be their mother.

After lunch, we wandered through Weller Books.  (Again, Emma's choice.) She led me to the art books and then the children's section.  She guided Mark to the anime.  I love seeing Emma's Salt Lake City.  It's one of bookstores.  We wandered through Pottery Barn to look at dining tables.  (Did not see what I'm looking for.)  We went to Whole Foods so Adam could look for tikka masala sauce.  I was tired by then, so Emma and I sat outside in the sun and Mark and Adam emerged with gluten free Beechers mac and cheese.  A triumphant find for a kid who loves Beechers cheese like Mark does.

On our drive home Mark played the top 100 hits from 1990 for us.  It is lovely to have a live in DJ named Mark.

I got to church a little early on Sunday.  I walked across the chapel to say hi to Bonnie, who I hadn't talked to in a long time and who I know is going through hard things.  She said, "I haven't seen you for so long!  What has been going on?"

She didn't know about my cancer, so I told her.  She hugged me and listened to me and built me up the way she does any time I talk to her.  (I had gone over to check on her and she ended up serving me way more.)  I went back to my seat when the meeting was about to start.  Before I left, Bonnie said, "Thanks for telling me.  Now I can pray for you.  You should have told me earlier and I would have been praying all this time!"

Having someone as pure and loving as Bonnie pray for me is no small thing.

On my way to primary, the two ladies in the library came out into the hall to give me a hug and check on me.

Going to church fills my bucket.

So does family.  I talked on the phone to Braeden, Olivia and my parents.  Emma came over and Adam and the kids made a delicious dinner (while I was on the phone).  

All in all, winning.

Grateful Friday

 I am grateful...

...that one of my love languages (reading aloud to children) is part of my actual job.  We are going to finish Ramona the Pest today.  They are hotly debating whether or not we should read the next Humphrey book or the next Ramona book.  I think I'll offer The Mouse and the Motorcycle to the conversation to complicate things.  

...for snow.  The mountains are gorgeous.  The sky was icy blue yesterday and the sun was shining and the mountains sparkled their show-offy best.

...to be a teacher.  We had Junior Achievement day at school yesterday and volunteers took over our classrooms for the morning.  (It's a bizarre phenomenon that charitable/non-profit organizations periodically come to volunteer in our classrooms.  United Way does it sometimes too.  I would never assume I could just do someone's job for them.) The guys who taught my class were very nice and they did OK and also it was a little like watching a train wreck all morning.  I was chatting with a few teachers and we reasoned that at least maybe these people will vote for the next bond.  (Alissa's classroom was a balmy 52 degrees.). How about voting us some HVAC, friends?

My class showed off in the morning like kids do when there are unfamiliar houseguests.  One girl raised her hand and said that she could do a British accent because she had a German grandmother.  No one had asked.

Another one raised her hand and turned to me and said, "Teacher, when is our field trip?"  They wanted the guests to know how cool we are because we have a field trip...sometime this year.  (Again, no one had asked.)

The class was angelic all afternoon.  I think they were relieved to have someone back who made them toe the line a bit.

...Adam is home and Mark went to the airport last night to get him.

...I wasn't as stupid tired last night as I had been the night before.  Don't get me wrong, I did nothing but rest.  I just wasn't stupid tired.

...I made a realization that I will be DONE with chemo in a month.  That feels different than I have one more round.  When I consider I have one more round, I think about the process.  I think about the sub plans, the unpleasant port accessing/shot in the stomach, the sitting in a chair for two days feeling kind of yucky.  I think about days of nauseousness and fatigue.  I think about going back to school, scrambling to catch up while feeling exhausted.  I think of more hair falling out.

When I think about it the other way:  I will be DONE a month from now.  That is a horse of another color.

That makes me really happy.

(And yes, I allow my brain the done with chemo for now caveat.  I know I don't really know or control the actual plan.)

Snowy

 We had actual snow yesterday.  The first real snow of the year!  It has been the weirdest, warmest winter I can remember.

We had outside recess for lunch.  The snow wasn't really accumulating yet; it was wet and sloppy.  Before lunch I told them, "Stay out of puddles!" and "If you get your shoes wet, you'll be miserable all afternoon."

They didn't listen.  Of course not.  I remember when I was in elementary school.  In addition to undershirts which I had to wear, I had heavy boots.  I remember the lightness of spring when I could finally stop wearing undershirts and I could wear my tennis shoes again.

Now I realize what a luxury it was for me to have those heavy waterproof boots.  Only one or two of my students ever have winter boots each year.

So everyone came inside, cold and wet.

I projected a YouTube video of a crackling fire while I read Ramona the Pest to them.  

During phonics, Riley started clearing off the pavement with his small plow.  I finally shut the blinds because Riley on his snowplow was infinitely more interesting than phonics.

Afternoon recess was inside, which was worse for me.  They were amped up and squirrelly.  

The snow is pretty and I know we desperately need the moisture for the summer.  Still, I haven't missed inside recess!

About an hour after the kids went home, I hit a wall big time.  I had been tired all day, but then I was ridiculously tired.  I don't want to get sick again and I do want to listen to my body and let myself recover.

I went home and spent the rest of the night basically horizontal.  I napped and lay under a blanket and went to bed early.

It was nice on a snowy evening anyway.

Glimpses

I love getting little reminders of what our kids were like when they were younger.  Little glimpses.

 Yesterday was Emma's birthday.  She was in California visiting Braeden's family, so we will celebrate this weekend.  It was also Lunar New Year, so Braeden said he would take Emma out for Chinese food and let her steal some stuffed animals.

Years ago, we accidentally went to dinner at a Chinese restaurant on Chinese New Year.  It was back when we went to dinner very infrequently with our young family and we just coincidentally chose a Chinese restaurant on Chinese New Year.   I think Braeden was about five and Emma was about three.   The kind people at the restaurant gave our children red envelopes of money.  They also gave Emma and Braeden stuffed dogs to play with while we were there.

At the end, Emma didn't want to give up the stuffed dogs.  We were prepared to just take them from her, hand them over and take our protesting girl home, but the people at the restaurant insisted she keep them.  I hope we gave them a good tip.

Emma loved those little dogs.  She named them Inca and Chinta (she's always been a namer of things).  About the same time, we made a snowman on a rare Pacific Northwest snow day and she named him Noogis.

Last night, Mark and I went to JCW's for dinner.  I don't know if it is because my red blood cells are low (they are) or because I have subsisted on a lot of applesauce and crackers (I have), but somewhere along the way after chemo, I want a burger.

We were standing in line and Mark said, "OK, now what are you going to say when you order?"

I said, "No onions, no mayonnaise."

He said, "Good job."

(I am at the infantilizing stage of motherhood with that one I guess.)

To be fair, he is always with me when I forget to ask for no onions or mayonnaise and he is there when I scrape it all off and castigate myself for my folly.

While we waited for our order, I told Mark I don't understand why I don't like mayonnaise.  I like things with mayo in them, like fry sauce or ranch dressing.  

Mark said, "I used to think mayonnaise was bad for you, like the Word of Wisdom."

Adam and I both dislike mayonnaise in equal measure so Mark didn't really have it much as a little kid.  He said, "One time I was with Grandma Geri and we were having sandwiches and she put mayonnaise on her sandwich, so I thought it must be OK, so I tried it."

The little rebel.

It kind of delighted me.  I love thinking about little boy Mark, trying to navigate his world, trying to figure out what condiments were morally acceptable.  

Conjuring good things

 I was thinking about Stephanie.  I hadn't talked to her in a while.

Then, she called me as if I'd ordered up a phone call.  It was so good to catch up with her.

She told me that she and Brent are coming to Utah with their two oldest grandchildren to go skiing.

I said, "Will we have snow?!?"

She said, "You're supposed to be getting some snow."

And I love that mindset.  Why not hope for good things?  Why not expect good things?

Why not conjure phone calls from dear friends?

Weekend

 Well, this one has been rough.  I felt more nauseous on Saturday and Sunday than I have the previous times.  Which is expected.  (Who's excited for March?!?)

Starr brought dinner over on Thursday.  It was delicious.  Molly and Amy and Jen brought over dinner on Friday.  Also delicious.  And they brought me a red flowering plant that I think is a gloxinia, but I'm not sure.  So kind.  

I figured Valentine's Day would come and go without any notice.  Adam and Mark did errands together and one of their errands was to go to the Lego store and get me some Lego tulips.

I loved them!

Tulips are so cheerful and these won't ever droop.

Throughout the weekend, I got texts, phone calls and a brief visit from Marie Louise, all letting me know I'm not alone.

It helps more than I can express.

Before I go

 I wanted to write about our Valentine's Day party before I am down and out with chemo.

First, a window into the frustration of being Mrs. Davis.

We had our party Wednesday and the rest of the school is having their party tomorrow.  I debated whether they should exchange valentines on Wednesday or Friday.

I know enough to know that doing things out of the ordinary confuse them beyond belief.  I reasoned that since everyone else in the school--their siblings--would be bring valentines on Friday, we would do that too.  It felt like the path of least resistance.

I messaged their parents (on the app that translates to their home language) and let them know the plan.  Then, for a full week, I would tell them every day when we had our morning meeting that while we were having our party on Wednesday, we were exchanging valentines on Friday.

I told them every day.

Yesterday about half of them brought their valentines to exchange.  Some of them (not surprisingly the same ones who don't know what we're doing when I send them to their desks after a math lesson--they don't listen!) were shocked.  Wait, we're not exchanging valentines today?!?

The ones who listened and didn't bring their valentines were thrown into a tailspin of panic.  But I didn't bring my valentines today!

I put all the valentines on top of a bookshelf--until Friday.  I explained it all again.

(Alissa and I were comparing notes on how fractions on a number line were going.  She said, "You can only lead a horse to water.")

A sad truth.

Our party was slated for the afternoon.  We also had two birthdays (I have more February birthdays than any other month this year!).  So we had double cupcakes, juice boxes and super amped up kids because we were doing a party instead of phonics.

I decided to save the cupcakes for the very end of the day (which had its drawbacks because they were simultaneously cleaning up and holding a heavily frosted cupcake in each hand).

Three stellar mothers came to help with the party and they are the type of mothers that you just know are going to be great and know how to handle everything.  One mother brought a panapoly of craft supplies and they made cards.  One mother brought hearts on papers.  She had written conversation heart type stuff on the hearts with white crayon and they painted with water color to "reveal the secret."  They were enthralled.  Then they stacked conversation hearts using chopsticks.

One of the mothers brought a word search she had created for the station she asked me to run.  It was simple to be in charge of and allowed me to go around and snap pictures of the others.

And I wanted to snap pictures because one mother wrapped their heads in Saran Wrap, piled shaving cream on their heads and had a contest.  Their partner would throw froot loops at the shaving cream and whoever got the most to stick, was the winner.

It was hilarious.

And made such a mess!  (I apologized to the custodians.)

At the end of the very fun party, after they'd picked up all the cereal that wasn't smashed into the carpet, one of the mothers said that they had a gift for me that they wanted me to open in front of the kids.

It was a quilt they had made me!

They were so excited to show me the individual blocks they had made.  I will treasure it and I so appreciate the coordination and sewing talent that went into it from the mothers!

I cried a little.

(Only a little because I didn't want to freak them out.)

So they don't listen all that well, but I love those kids.  They freely give their affection to the woman who makes them sit still, do phonics and put their name on their paper.

I'm glad they're mine.