30 for 30-Day 11

I was so looking forward to taking my pictures today simply because Damien was working from home and that meant that I wouldn't have to worry about what to do with Max as I ran outside to try and snap a few pictures.  I was planning on heading out to the nearby school (once everyone was gone) to get some nice shots in front of the brick building, kind of like I did here and here.  But Mother Nature had other plans for me.  Today was one of the windiest days of the season.  Seriously.   I don't think my tripod would withstand the gusts so alas, here I am, back on my front porch.  I used to take the time to move the mat from my front door, like here and here, but now I can't be bothered.  Everyone knows that this is my front porch, and that's generally where you find a doormat.  And this one is mine.

This was always my favorite school day of the year.  Even more than the last day of school (ok, maybe not but a really close second.  Maybe even a tie).  I love the fact that it is a half-day for teachers too.  It is the only one we get.  As a student, half-days were the best.  Early release usually meant a trip downtown to the local eatery and plenty of hours hanging out with friends.  Nowadays, a half-day means professional development or curriculum days, and if we are lucky, a trip to the local eatery that is also filled with kids.  Not so much fun.  But the day before Thanksgiving is different.  The school day ends early and it is a guaranteed 4 days off afterwards.  People are usually headed home to prepare for the holiday.  Everyone is in a good mood.  Well, just about everyone.  I kind of hate the fact that I am dreading it this year.  Because once those 4 days of vacation are over, it means back to work for me.  I told Max today.  I feel like he deserved to know and that he deserved to hear it from me.  I was holding back tears as I told him that his momma would no longer be home with him everyday.  That starting Monday, he was heading somewhere new, somewhere that he was going to be seeing a lot of.  It hurt.  A lot.  Now I know that he doesn't know any better, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe, he understood what I was saying.  And as he looked back at me, and smiled, I think in his own way he was telling me that it was ok.  That he would be ok.  And so would I.

braided headband- F21
black coat- F21
taupe embellished dress- F21
off white/gold belt- gift from friend
gold necklace- ? old
black leggings- target
black boots- Old Navy