Soooo this week was intense. I took 57 8th graders to Washington DC. Well, me and 8 other chaperones. Planning this trip has been my life for the past few months, so I was thrilled it was a success! I am also thrilled that it is over so that I can have my life back.
It was a blast to be in my old stomping grounds with my students. We museum and monument hopped, saw Shear Madness, got stuck in a monsoon, went to Arlington National Cemetery, took a lot of pictures of girls doing splits, stayed up late, spoke in hashtags, and ate a lot of junk food. I laughed so hard I almost peed myself, on more than one occasion. I bonded with some awesome kids.
I learned that if you hand 14 year olds $10 at a rest stop, they will buy venti Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappacinos and ice cream cones and call it dinner. God, was I happy to hand them off to their parents. I was exhausted. It was reminiscent of the days when I had a 4 week old. I shudder at the thought.
I digress… In the midst of the madness, just as we were leaving the International Spy Museum, I snuck into the F Street Shake Shack for a little treat before I needed to spend 5 hours on a bus with shrieking middle schoolers. Let’s just call this a little stress-eating mid day snack. I had the Beltway Blonde concrete. It’s vanilla custard topped with cheesecake blondie pieces, bananas and salted caramel sauce. Best. ice cream. ever. Holy cow. I would drive 4 hours for that any day. I also split some fries with one of my teacher friends. Also super delicious.
Every moment of those three days was so full I didn’t even have a second to talk to my husband or FaceTime with the bubba. I missed that baby so much…and Matt, too. As soon as I got home on Wednesday night, I ran into Connor’s room picked him up and just rocked him for 20 minutes. Baby snuggles are my drug. What will I do when he won’t snuggle with me anymore??? Never mind, I can’t even think about it.
Now, pardon me while I go sleep for the rest of the weekend. Oh wait, my one year old might not let that happen…