Hubby has taken the boys to Vermont for one last downhill skiing expedition. This will mark their fourth time (!!!) downhill skiing this winter. They all love it.
I don't care for downhill skiing at all. I took lessons when I was in my early 20s because, as a French teacher, it seemed to me that all French teachers knew how to downhill ski. The reason is very practical - we take our students to Quebec for a ski trip. This accomplishes two things: 1. it immerses the kids in French and 2. it makes learning French seem cool, therefore boosting French enrollment and keeping French teachers employed. Most teenagers are smarter than that.
However, I was never very good at downhill skiing and, as it turns out, never very good at taking a bunch of teenagers to Quebec to go downhill skiing. Seems that the thing with me is that I like my sleep and I like my solitude - neither of which I got while chaperoning a downhill ski trip for a bunch of teenagers. And I didn't get it while chaperoning band trips or international trips to Europe either. It is probably mostly for this reason that I got out of teaching.
But I am enjoying my solitude in the house right now, while my boys are away playing. This has actually been a sort of dream of mine - that hubby can take the boys for adventures and I can stay at home. My little dream come true. Until tomorrow evening. But I'll take it!
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