You know those days when you wake up later than you should have, then you have to chase buses to be at work on time and nothing seems to go right all day just because you were five minutes late? This morning I thought I was going to have that day, but somehow it shifted in my favor by the end of it.
I woke up just ten minutes late this morning, but had to chase the bus, bus that didn’t come on time, so I was late for work anyway. Contrary to what I was expecting, I had a great morning and my children behaved like angels today; I even got a hug and some kisses just for being their teacher. I went to have lunch at my usual spot, Amble (they make the best tramezzini ever) and had a very warm conversation with a good friend; it felt the same way a hug feels like when you really need it. Because I was having such a good time, I was late again and realized I had to run to F.E.S.T.A for the rehearsal of Oliver Twist. Had the best cookies ever while rehearsing and going through the text and went home just in time to hug Ephia after her nap.
Saturdays are hectic days for me and although I am working all day long and I am exhausted by the end of it, I always seem to remember only the best parts: reading for forty minutes on the bus, having lunch with beautiful people and getting home to have a fun evening. By midnight I feel like I was ran over by a truck, but I always seem to have a dumb smile on my face just before I faint in my bed, buried deep under the covers. I love Saturdays. Tomorrow, Christmas party at Lee‘s!!!!!!!!!!