Feelin’ like a crab.

I swear, I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.  Why am I such a crab?

I came into the weekend feeling really, really exhausted.  The stupid election, the stupid snowstorm, the stupid stupid professional development day meetings.  Gah!

It has been two weeks of parent conferences, too, and that’s really enough to wipe me out.  I like talking to the parents of my students, and getting insight into what the kids think and feel. I love to share what I have learned about the children, too, because I feel like I’m pretty good at understanding them.

But conference time means getting to school way before sunrise and leaving way after dark, with no quiet moments in between.  Phew.  Tiring!

But I took Friday off, and I slept almost 11 hours! Today is Saturday, and I woke up feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed (what a strange phrase……). I woke up feeling plenty cheery! I did!

This morning I finished a whole bunch of school work, cleaned the house, did laundry and shopped.  Then I baked a double batch of brownies and plopped on the couch. Turned on TV and watched two old movies while sipping a nice cup of herb tea.  Ahhhhh.

So.  Why am I such a crab right now?

Well, because both of the movies involved adults feeling sad because they have to say goodbye to kids.  “Overboard” and “Mrs. Doubtfire” aren’t your traditional tearjerkers, but they both pulled my heart right down. Sad moms! Sad dads! Sad kids!  Boohoooo!  Even though the families are reunited at the end of both movies, I still feel like I really need a good long cry.

Harumph.

I’m weird, too, and I’m not being even a little bit logical today!  The thing is, we saw Tim on Thursday night, and had a great time taking him and some friends out for dinner.  I got to hug him, look at him, hear his voice, tell him I love him.  We talked about Thanksgiving, when he’ll be home overnight to eat and celebrate.

I’ve been chatting with Matt about a visit that he has planned to go see my Mom on Thursday. And today I found out that both Kate and Matt will be able to be home for the Thanksgiving holiday, too  I didn’t think they would make it, but it turns out that they can.  Hoorah!

So why am I a crab?

Because I want them here right now, in this house, laughing and goofing off while I make dinner.  I want their voices and their mess and their stuff.

I can’t wait for Thanksgiving dinner. I want to cook NOW.

I’m such a crab.