There should be remorse that it’s Sunday, and the week starts anew tomorrow. However, it’s a stretch for me to remember what day it is. My semester gets under way Wednesday, so I’ve pretty much lost the concept of what day it is. I liked that problem a week ago – now I’m getting antsy to get back into the groove.

I spent the better part of this morning grumpy – at nothing specific, at no one specific – sometimes you just get grumpy, right? I finally ended up laying down and falling asleep for an hour or so, which helped tremendously. I think I might still be sleep deprived.

Before you laugh at me and tell me I have no right to complain about sleep deprivation, let me cut you off at the pass. Friday after pie day my boy happened to be walking by my purse, and told me I was vibrating. I grabbed my phone, trying to figure out who the heck was calling me at 11:30pm. I saw “Mom Cell”, and that’s never good. Turns out my dad had been hospitalized earlier that day because of chest pains – and since he’s had one heart attack already, no one was fooling around. The good news is that he did not have another heart attack, and whatever caused the pain and sickness did not inflict any damage on his heart. The bad news is that they don’t know what caused it, so he’s looking ahead to a battery of tests to figure out what happened – and at the end they may not know. My mom is suspicious that one of his stents from his previous heart attack may be failing, and he’ll need it replaced. He’s doing fine now, stable and has been cleared to take on the world.

After a phone call like that, I didn’t really sleep on Friday night. So maybe today the lack of sleep caught up with me.

Tonight, however, I needed to be rested, as I got the 2nd half of my birthday present! I realize my birthday was in September, but my boy had gotten me tickets to see Annie. I was very excited about this play. When I turned 5, my parents took me into NYC to see Annie on Broadway, and now, 25 years later I got tickets to go see it again. I loved the play back then – saw every local production of it, from community theater to high school productions. I named my dog Annie. I was a little obsessed. When I talked to my mom earlier she asked if I was going to wear my red dress and red wig – because she did get me those two things when I was about 6. Hey – I was even Annie one year for Halloween. (I said I was obsessed.)

The play tonight was wonderful – funny, entertaining and as good as I remembered. And because I apparently can’t not be a total dork, the first time Annie sang “Tomorrow”…I started to cry. Tons of people in the theater, and the girl is singing about looking ahead with optimism…and I’m crying. My boy noticed, and started laughing. I half don’t blame him. I’m sure I looked like a total freaking moron to anyone around me.

Sigh.

It was a wonderful birthday present. Lots and lots of memories associated with that play.

So looking ahead this week, I finally have things to do! Tomorrow my boy and I will get together with Brian to watch the “Mythical National Championship Game“, as we are calling it. Tuesday I have a teaching orientation, then Wednesday it’s back to the academic grind. Friday is the first home meet for Alabama Gymnastics, and Saturday we are going to Taylor’s 5th birthday, again held at the inflatable bouncy place, where I will try to pretend I’m still a gymnast and can still flip like I’m 15.

Saturday night I will hopefully celebrate not being on crutches.