When I tallied up my work hours from last Monday to this Friday, (Jan. 30-Feb 10) I worked 136 hours. That’s 50 hours overtime without pay. That’s a lot of time put toward chaperoning, meeting, grading, planning, and calling homes.

This weekend, in contrast, was pure luxury. Not in the satin sheets, chocolate-dipped strawberries, fur coat-sense, but in the spontaneously productive relaxation that I enjoyed. Yes, I exercised, did laundry, grocery shopped, cleaned house, worked on school stuff, did grad school homework, and cooked, but I also enjoyed my walks with Justin in the sun, learned how to knit a hat, listened to Garrison Keillor, made tasty, healthy food, went to church, watched a couple of movies, socialized, and went on a 10 p.m. light dinner and dessert date with my hubby in downtown Seattle.

I deserved it.

On to lesson planning and laundry folding, with Gray’s Anatomy in the background!