Okay, so the last few weeks at school have been a little bit wild. In all honesty, this last week was not nearly as bad as the previous week, which was a relief. Until Friday, of course. The last Friday of the school year is always a little bit out of control, and last week was no exception. I found that I didn't have my normal patience for a couple of my students, mostly because they were refusing to work, and pouting because they didn't get the privileges the other students were earning. As I tell my kiddos regularly, "I don't speak whine," and I was just tired of putting in more effort than they were to get their work done. I don't think it's fair for me to give 100%, while they are giving 20%, so I simply told them that I was only going to work as hard as they did. Fortunately, for the most part, they turned it around and got their work completed, but it took all day, and A LOT of reminders to get back to work.
Now, I probably wasn't my regular patient self on Friday, partially because I'd had one of my girlfriends over on Thursday night, and she didn't leave until 12:15. She and I have done this many times before. She comes over, with the intention of staying for an hour or so, and before we know it, 3+ hours have passed, and we both know we'll be miserable the next day. Well, she left at 12:15, and I had to wake up at 5:30, so let's just say I was suffering from a noticeable lack of sleep! It was totally worth it, though. We had one of the funniest conversations. I'm not really sure how, but somehow we got on the topic of kids and giving birth. She'd heard a birthing story from a friend of hers, who happens to be an OB-GYN herself, this girl scared the crap out of my friend. Basically, this woman was given pain meds, but not the epidural, because her labor had gone too quickly, and the meds did nothing for her except make her loopy. That made me laugh, because I know EXACTLY what she meant by that. I remember being in the hospital, on pain meds, prior to my epidural, and having no shame. Literally no shame. I was screaming, saying random nonsense that I don't remember… And I didn't give a crap that there were other people around at all. Which is SO not me. Anyway, my friend's instant response was, "I'm never having children. Ever." Ha! As we continued our discussion, she mentioned that if she DID have kids, she wouldn't let her boyfriend in the room while she delivered. When she told him that, he got all offended, but she insisted that she didn't want him to see all of the gross aspects of labor and delivery. She'd rather have him in the waiting room with all of the other men, holding bubblegum cigars, pretending it's the 50s, than have him see her pushing out a baby! Ha! I totally get that. I never got to the pushing point, because I ended up having a C-section…but I'm not sure I would've wanted ANYBODY around to see that.
So, as our night continued, of course the topic of men came up. She said something that really clicked with me. She read somewhere that the number one thing women look for in relationships is to feel wanted, to feel desired. When women don't feel wanted, they begin to check out. I think that's true. Honestly, I think everybody wants to feel wanted. For me, however, it's very important to get that feeling from the right person. A while back, I dated a guy who was very attentive and he tried hard to make me feel wanted. But he was over-the-top. He brought flowers every time he saw me, and while that was thoughtful, it began to feel insincere, particularly when he said, "I just like bringing you flowers. I don't expect anything in return." Hmmmm. If you didn't expect anything, you probably wouldn't have said that. I love sweet gestures, but I think they mean more to me when they're totally unexpected, and genuinely come from the heart. An occasional compliment is definitely something I need from a man, but I honestly PREFER those comments to be occasional. When they're constant, they don't mean as much. Anyway, as we talked further, I mentioned that another one of our friends wants to set me up with someone. "He would treat you like a princess," she said, "He would put you on a pedestal, and totally worship you." Here's the thing…I don't want to be worshipped. I don't want to be treated like a queen. I feel like being put in that kind of light (on a pedestal) gives me more control than I want in a relationship. I don't want to run the show. I simply want to be treated like an equal. Is that weird? I'm just not the princess type, I guess. I do appreciate the thought, though!
Last night, I met up with some girlfriends and their boyfriends for dinner and drinks. Or should I say A drink. I should never consume alcohol. I barely made it halfway through my margarita, before passing it off to my friend's fiancee, because it was making me sick. Boy, did we have a good time, though. It's always nice to have a night out with my friends! Even though I ended up at home by 10:00 (I was tired, and that margarita was REALLY strong), I was definitely glad I'd gone out and had some fun!
This morning, I went into the gym for a few minutes to open up for the day's birthday parties and private lessons. Generally I have a private right away, but today, I'd rescheduled that for later, so I just went in and chatted with a couple of my co-workers for a few minutes. They asked about my new house, and I explained that I hadn't moved yet. Immediately, they were like, "Let us know if you need help moving anything!" How nice is that? As I was leaving the gym, another one of my coaching friends had texted me, so I called her. She also thought I'd already moved, and when she heard I hadn't, she had the exact same response. "When are you moving? Do you need help? Let me know when, and I can help you move!" I know that a long time ago I mentioned how my coaching friends are really like family, but I haven't really been in the gym lately, so sometimes I forget that I have that support system. They're SUCH good people. And I'm lucky… I know they offer because they genuinely want to help me. So, it looks like I've got a moving crew started! Now I just need a move-in date. According to my paperwork, that date is July 1 (ONE MONTH!!!), but in the off-chance that I can get in before that, I'll jump at the opportunity! It's an upward move for me, and I'm really looking forward to it. Life is moving forward in full swing, right now, and I can't wait to see where it's leading me! Have a great week!
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