We have our favorite breakfast, fish, grits, toast and coffee on the deck. It's a beautiful day. It will be an early spring. I get started cooking the spare ribs, pinto beans and rice, cornbread and salad. Melvin watches sports most of the day, when he's not in the kitchen giving me love nudges and kisses.
Around three o'clock I begin my, end of the weekend bemoan of going back to work. Melvin senses my dread and tries to pep me up with an encouraging speech along the lines of, you're the principal, the kids and teachers love you, yadda, yadda, yadda. I believe this and I know it, but after the politics, my illnesses and the time on the battle field of twenty first century education, my passion was waining fast.
We eat and talk. Just before bed Melvin asks, "Poo did you enjoy your mini vacation? I enjoyed having you home with me." "I had a wonderful vacation, can't wait until it's you and me all the time," I say. Then he asks, "How did it happen that we had the weekend to ourselves, none of the children came by." "I don't know, I guess they decided to give us a free weekend together," I reply. We end the evening on the deck until I get cold and we come inside.
This was one of those nights I fought going to sleep, because I didn't want to leave him or be "a big girl" in the morning. "Poody, tell me a story," I say. He starts, "Onest upon a time there was a man who loved his wife very much and she stayed at home with him for a whoooooole week and..." I fall asleep in his arms, knowing I can make it through Monday, because at the end of the day I will be coming home to my Prince.
tomorrow
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