Rugby season comes to a close

Yesterday was SJC Rugby's end of the year alumni v/s seniors game (though we had several juniors playing), and subsequent picnic. We managed to get through the game without an actual "storm," but the rain did come, and thunder was periodic. Unfortunately it did come through shortly after the whistle blew, and everyone was forced to crowd in to the concession stand and press-box. It was "cozy." We had our usual end of the year speeches from the coaches and boosters and team captains, but an extra surprise was handed down by our head coach who announced he would be stepping down and passing the torch to one of the assistant coaches. This was pretty shocking to most of the guys, but certainly understandable considering his wife is having baby number 2 here in just a few weeks, and baby number 1 is only two years old. The guys works insane hours at his actual job on top of all the time he puts in to coaching and orchestrating the rugby team. I'm certain his family would like to see him alot more than they do.
All that being said, I am not entirely sure that wasn't my last hurrah with the team. I've got a couple of pending job applications in the works, and am constantly looking for other opportunities to pursue. Partly because I just want to return to full-time athletic training, and party because I need to make considerably more money. Heading back to full-time athletic training would prevent me from working with the team (for about 30% of the games anyway). Who knows what will happen, and I wasn't about to stand up there yesterday and make any pre-emptive speeches about how enjoyable it was to work with everyone.

Summa, summa, summa time....

I remember when summer was a time to sing. I used to love the feeling of the school year ending, of getting all excited about spending my days at the pool, grilling every night, working on whatever semblance of a tan I could muster. Those days have eluded me for the past several years now. I've gotta say, it sucks. I knew, upon leaving my job at Gallaudet, that I would be giving up that oh-so coveted luxury of summers off. That being said, I was ready to take that leap (and frankly my bank account demanded that I do so), and I certainly can't say that I've regretted it, or that I am unhappy with my job. What I am unhappy about is the whole idea of having to work all summer. Last year was a slight luxury as I took a month off for maternity leave. It's not like I got to do whatever I wanted, but I didn't have to get up and go to work, so that was good.
Yesterday was Memorial Day - the "official" yet not "scientific" start to summer. Sadly, it was the only day we all spent together at my house. Brad worked all day Saturday, and all day Sunday, but we did our best to enjoy Monday. I found myself sitting there, enjoying the relaxing nature of not having to go to work, or anywhere really, and wished (yet again) that I could win the lottery, so we could spend every day like this. Together. Now, in reality, I'd hurt someone were I forced to spend all day, everyday with them (members of my immediate family included). Everyone needs their "me" time - alone - with their thoughts and feelings, and peace and quiet. As far as I can tell it is a basic human right. What I would like is to have the summer off. To spend the days with those that I love, maybe even take a nice vacation somewhere. I do anticipate that someday this will happen for us. Someday things won't be so hectic. We won't be working 4 jobs. We will have a rainy-day fund. We will be able to take a real vacation (as opposed to the snippets of vacations we get that are generally attached to my business travel).
I applied for a job with FCPS - they had several ATC openings. It'd be great if I could land one of those positions. While nothing would change for this summer, it would be a wonderful thing to look forward to for next year.