This long weekend, Dak and Anders were at Boy Scout camp all weekend up at Lake Vermillion, so Annika and I had a girl’s weekend. On Friday, we went to Roseville’s Black History Month program and then out to get supplies for a craft day. On Saturday, we spent all day at Annika’s basketball tournament, then went out for a celebratory dinner and came home to go to bed. On Sunday, we made crafts all day with my niece Ella, punctuated with some important pet care for the bunny and the dog. Then, today, we went out for breakfast, then came home and cleaned up the house before the boys got home. Tonight Annika and I went grocery shopping and now we’re watching ice dancing in the Olympics (well, I’m watching ice dancing and Annika is talking to me through the whole thing).

It was a great weekend, objectively. We are both staying up entirely too late, given that there is school tomorrow, but the Olympics only happen once every four years, so it’s probably okay.

Thing is, now I’m starting to get anxious about the school week. I have a set of essays I got last Friday, so it’s only been one week, but I only have two weeks left in this trimester and I’m still getting final essays from every student I have (in theory). I’ll just have to work really hard this week, but that’s normal. Guilt about not doing enough is common for me, even when I do everything I can. I think I’m getting better at handling it, though.

Here’s the thing. I’m allowed to have a weekend to hang out with my girl. I didn’t count how many times she said “This is the BEST DAY EVER” this weekend, but it was a lot. It’s exactly what I needed after an angry, sad week last week. I shouldn’t have to feel guilty, so I’m fighting it. Tomorrow will be a busy day and that’s fine. I will get things done.

This was a great weekend filled with best days ever for her. It was good.