So, just when I was starting to lose it, thinking the week was shot, and heading towards the downward spiral of "when does a girl get a break?" the universe helped me out. They were little things for sure, but it is, truly, the little things isn't it? Do we not learn that, more and more, as we age?

We started the day with a two hour delay. There was a meanacing band of lake effect snow that was headed our way and would have been a bear exactly at bus time. Two good things came of this. The band never really became a problem, so not only did I get to stay home and drink my coffee in my jammies, but I was also able to go out to my car, start it up, wipe the snow off with merely my wipers, and drive, through brilliant sunshine, to work.

Then, after school, Devin had a bowling match, and Tim took Gwynn to it while I stayed home. Blessed peace and quiet. Threw in some laundry, "opened" and chopped for dinner (can we say beans and franks...seriously...I am NOT a domestic goddess every night), and poured myself a glass of red. Yeah. Just sat around and did nothing and boy, did it feel great!

So, I suppose I can now make it to the weekend. Then it is just one more week to go until February break! And less than one more week, after that, of 39, for me.