Dreaded weekend

I've made it pretty well through September. I've had my moments, but for the most part, this month has been just like all other months. Some days are harder than others.
Football season makes me sad. There's so much to remember about Jason and Cowboy football. He loved his Cowboys. If he wasn't able to attend the game, he would call or text to keep up with the score. I was so accustomed to having to watch or listen with my phone in hand that it seems strange to just watch.
I've been kind of busy the last two days. I had Friday off just as I did two years ago, but I wasn't as productive yesterday as I was that year. I scrubbed the porch and front of the house that year and worked in my flower beds. I kept thinking that I would do that yesterday, but I just didn't have it in me.
I had to go to a funeral yesterday afternoon. My childhood friend Marla buried her dad, so my mind has been wandering back to the past. Then Tony and I ate at Boomerang last night. He loves to go there on Friday nights because they have fried catfish. I think he would go every Friday if I didn't put my foot down and refuse. Nothing against Boomerang, it's just that he doesn't need that much fried food.
He went out to Bruce's after dinner, and I went to the school to catch up on some work. I can get so much done when I am down there alone. I'm way too social to get much work done on parent/teacher conference nights. I love the people I work with, but our time together is limited to a few minutes before school and thirty minutes at lunch. We had a ball Thursday night when all the parents were gone, and we were left in the lounge to finish out the night.
It's kind of a joke that we go into our rooms and spend all our time with students that we don't really see one another from Aug. to Christmas, but our faculty is so different from most school staffs. We've truly been through so much together that we have bonds that transcend friendship and go straight to family.
Births, deaths, illnesses, accidents, graduations, kids moving out, kids moving back home, all of life's drama has been shared with these people. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that many of them are praying for me this weekend and will continue next week.
Today has been just what Saturday always is for us. We went to Hardesty's, Firelake, home. I went to Shawnee and ran a couple of errands, came home, cleaned house, did laundry, reviewed Sunday School lesson, now I'm listening to Cowboy football. It's a blowout,so I think I'll turn it off and watch a movie. I've got papers to grade that I should do tonight because Carson is coming home tomorrow to spend the day with us. I know I won't get anything done until tomorrow night, so I'll just get it done tonight so that I will be able to enjoy my day with the kids.