Make me as happy as I am this morning (or last night, if you ask my DH). My district has a delayed start policy for inclimate weather, and I love it. I was watching the 5 o'clock news for the weather forecast and it was going to be cold, cold, cold this morning. It never even occurred to me that we might have a late start (it's like one of those things you kind of forget about when it has been almost a year since the last one). Then, the phone rang. My DH answered it and I heard him say, "Who may I say is calling? Alright colleague of my wife's, here she is." I took the phone and she said two words, "Delayed Start." I believe I may have said, "YES!"
After I ended the call with her, I had to call the next person on the phone tree (Creative Genius across the hall). She answered the phone by saying, "I know, isn't it wonderful?" We had a good laugh and even considered coming in earlier (I said considered because my house is nice and toasty and it was really cold when I put the kids on the bus for their school this morning). So here I am drinking a cup of coffee, alone. I will get my act together in a little bit (probably).
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Sampler platter, anyone?
Jen Lancaster (author of Bitter is the New Black, My Fair Lazy, Pretty in Plaid and Bright Lights, Big A__) calls what I'm going to do Tapas, except with words. This week was so busy. So very busy. Therefore, I didn't blog. I jotted some things down in my writer's notebook, so I would remember to write about them, but just didn't get around to it. So here are the highlights (or lowlights...depending on your standards).
I am crazy (the first step is admitting you have a problem). Because during this insane flurry of a week, I signed up to be even busier next week by saying I would bring cookies to both the Kindergartner's Daisy meeting and the Cubscouts pack meeting. In addition, I'm heading up the Children's Sunday School Christmas party (I actually said this months and months ago, but now it is here).
I got called for jury duty. Ok. That is super, except for the fact that I have to give the end of quarter common assessments (the validity of which I will not discuss, or this could very well go south and turn into a rant). The problem is that they must be scored, disaggregated and turned in within two days. Jury duty is the day after I give the assessments. It is also the last full week before break. YIKES!
Last, but not least the kindergartner had a birthday (when did she become a little girl who, by the way, asked if she could wear eye shadow to school). She was very gracious and thankful opening her presents. The hit of the party? The unicorn Pillow Pet (good job Nana). I don't get the fascination, but I'm not in kindergarten, either.
So that's it at a glance (I left out the parts where I cried). Too much, but I know in the middle of January, I will pray for my week to go by this fast.
I am crazy (the first step is admitting you have a problem). Because during this insane flurry of a week, I signed up to be even busier next week by saying I would bring cookies to both the Kindergartner's Daisy meeting and the Cubscouts pack meeting. In addition, I'm heading up the Children's Sunday School Christmas party (I actually said this months and months ago, but now it is here).
I got called for jury duty. Ok. That is super, except for the fact that I have to give the end of quarter common assessments (the validity of which I will not discuss, or this could very well go south and turn into a rant). The problem is that they must be scored, disaggregated and turned in within two days. Jury duty is the day after I give the assessments. It is also the last full week before break. YIKES!
Last, but not least the kindergartner had a birthday (when did she become a little girl who, by the way, asked if she could wear eye shadow to school). She was very gracious and thankful opening her presents. The hit of the party? The unicorn Pillow Pet (good job Nana). I don't get the fascination, but I'm not in kindergarten, either.
So that's it at a glance (I left out the parts where I cried). Too much, but I know in the middle of January, I will pray for my week to go by this fast.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Reality Check
Last night as we sat down to eat dinner (can't beat baked potatoes), I asked the Cubscout how is day was. He got quiet and said, "I don't really want to talk about it." Red flags went up all over the place. The boy is nothing like his sister who pretty much has the attitude, "Love me or hate me, I don't care because I know I'm awesome." (you know what they say about apples not falling far). He worries. A lot. I said, "Oh yeah? Tell me about it anyway." Well, after much cajoling and Daddy using what I imagine is his "empathetic detective" voice, we finally found out that he got in a bit of trouble for not following directions on a paper (I think... because he was crying as he told the story so some of it came out a little garbled). A snappy comment may have been made, or not (again crying is not conducive to getting your message across clearly).
The mom part of me was ready to call his teacher at home and let her know his feelings were hurt. The teacher part of me knew it was a Friday in December and patience isn't necessarily a virtue one possesses all the time. But, mostly it was a reminder that everything I say and the way I act is probably internalized by someone in my class. And no one should have to use a tissue on baked potato night because of me.
The mom part of me was ready to call his teacher at home and let her know his feelings were hurt. The teacher part of me knew it was a Friday in December and patience isn't necessarily a virtue one possesses all the time. But, mostly it was a reminder that everything I say and the way I act is probably internalized by someone in my class. And no one should have to use a tissue on baked potato night because of me.
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