Evan and I have undertaken a massive project as of late. Its called project "Do-not-drop-out-of-school-mid-senior-year." This project takes absolutely all of our left over energy, 100% of our not already wasted time, and sneaks its way in between the rest of our much more interesting conversations. Its an epidemic case of senior-itis and we will continue to fight it halfheartedly because that's as much as we've got to give. This is all we've got to show for our efforts thus far:
1. Regular moments of brain spaciness: I wore pointed-toe 6 inch stiletto heals to my first day at the psych hospital. Seriously? Granted I was a little over-excited by my release from the same pair of polyester scrubs that have visited every single one of my patients for the past two and a half years. But come on I'm headed into a building full of people struggling with severe depression and suicidal ideation and I looked down and thought... good one. They aren't even allowed to wear shoes that have laces. And I decided to wear a weapon.
2. Increasing date nights for distraction: To make up for the increase, we have taken up the challenge of finding free dates. Its kind of exhilarating. We spent our Friday night this week at a junior high band/orchestra/choir concert and consider ourselves much more cultured afterwards. Be jealous. Evan's students at Timberline had their concert this weekend and they really were amazing. But I couldn't help laughing that we spent our date night in a theater full of parents probably wondering what in the world we were doing there since we look closer to being in junior high ourselves than being parents of someone in it. Others included:
BYU Basketball: Jimmer and a 3 Seat in the tournament! Good Luck Boys!
Tubing at Soldier's Hollow take 2: much better turn out :)
Our low key Valentine's Dinner: a combo of many of our favorite dates all in our very own home.
3. Small acts of rebellion:Evan has recently admitted to me that he parked in the handicap spot at the Creamery (corner grocery store near our house) when I sent him to pick up the one ingredient I forgot for dinner. He was thoroughly impressed with himself and named this little trick of his "The paraplegic sneak."
Anyone have any better ideas?