We, on the other hand, struggled. We were busy with something EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! So, that meant we got to bed late, homework suffered and we hardly read. AND, I think O was experiencing PMS for the first part of the week. Wow, we had a rough time in the mornings. Once, on the way to school, I was talking about getting ready and being on time. She told me, "I don't want to hear it." Whoa.... I don't think so.
Here is a snapshot of conversations with LT.
LT - "I went out to dinner with Tab and her family. Blah, blah, blah... happy, blah, blah, blah.. relaxed, zero stress."
M - "O has turned into the spawn of Satan."
LT - "I am meeting up with Tab to go on a nice hike."
M - "We had a 45 minute stand off because I wanted to brush her teeth."
LT - "I went to the PCC and I'm outside of the Temple waiting for the next session."
M - "When you come home, I'm going on a vacation for a week."
He came home with a ukulele for me, so, I forgave him. (I've always wanted a ukulele. I took a class when I lived in San Antonio, but never bought the instrument.)
Work
I'm several weeks into the school year and so far so good. I absolutely LOVE what I get to do. I go from grade to grade and help with whatever is needed. I've done some "one on ones", meaning, I've been with one student for the entire day as their aide. I dread those assignments because they are so boring. UGH. This last week I filled in for O's 1st grade teacher. I was in her room for 2 hours. Wow, it's a lot of work to be in 5 different places at once. The students were working in groups for a portion of the time and, of course, each group needed help at the same time. I really enjoyed it though. It could have been rough, but since I'd been in Helen's class last year and I had a sense of how she ran things, I wasn't stepping into the unknown. It also helped that I'd visited her class a time or two already, and the students had seen me. Besides, my cubby is in her room, so they see me come in and out.
One day, a student made me a sign with my name on it. I thought it was sweet. Later that same day, she made me a heart. Aw, how nice. Finally, she made me this hand. I thought, once again, it was sweet, and it started bordering on creepy.
It's just plain EMBARRASSING
I had a MAJOR deodorant fail at school. The sad thing is, I didn't know it was a deodorant fail for a few days. I had just started wearing Carinessa tops (mo-mo) and I thought the synthetic fabric was holding the odor. So, I put on a BRAND NEW top and I still smelled. I thought maybe it was my shirt, but it wasn't. It took me several days to even consider it was my deodorant. UGH! It's embarrassing to walk around all smelly.
So, someone threw up in class last week. I have "issues" with that and I never know how I'm going to respond. O threw up this summer, in front of me, and I, surprisingly, handled it very well. But this time....well.... when it was all over, I was pretty embarrassed.
It was the end of the day and the students were sitting in a circle on the floor getting ready for dismissal. One girl was walking toward the door and she emptied her stomach, splat. I panicked. I tried hard to ignore it and calm down, but.... I plugged my ears and said, "no, no, no." I made my way to the door as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the most direct route took me close to the offender. So, instead of going that way, I stepped over people in the circle and made it through the door. Car riders had just been dismissed so the halls were starting to fill up. I had to get somewhere private quickly. The music room was the first empty room and I ducked in. Wow, I was in bad shape. I was hyperventilating and crying and... it was ugly. Bear, the service dog who shares that room with the teacher, came over to comfort me. Kenzie, the music teacher, talked with me for a bit. It was so embarrassing.
What the Hell????
I was in a professional development training last week and the person I was sitting next to was stressed out. She was using a coping strategy to help her. Don't get me wrong, I think coping strategies/skills are great and I'm all for them. However, hers was one that put me over the edge. I shuddered a lot and nearly gagged twice. What was she doing, you may ask? She was eating ketchup. Yep, she had a bunch of packages and she was sucking the ketchup out of them. Shake, shake, tear, slurp is what I heard. What the hell?
I was sitting in church last week next to a lady with a little boy who was a year-and-a-half. He liked to roam and he was occasionally fussy. When he fussed, she picked him up and gave him a toy or a book. Once I looked over and she had her boob out and was feeding him. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about breastfeeding (and boobs in general) but there is a way to be discreet. I DON'T want to see someone else's boob. AHHHHH. It was horrible. Based on what I already know about her, I shouldn't have been surprised. But, really? Her blouse was unbuttoned and she was squeezing her boob. Why couldn't she use a cover or something. What the hell?
O Speaks
M - "I don't know how to decorate a table."
O - "Leave that to me, I'm a party maker."
O talking about her baptism dress - "It's so beautiful. It's like a thousand minutes of beautiful."
I was talking about what I needed to write down /say for my Mum's memorial service. O went into the other room and came out with a note pad and a pencil.
O - "I think you need a red pen because it's like Nana's blood."
Quotes
"My son Eli has been pretty anxious lately. He is overly apologetic and always thinks people are mad at him. So we are temporarily removing the phrase "I'm sorry" from our vocabulary. During this hiatus we are allowed to say "fart." Sometimes you just gotta laugh so you won't cry." Jesse Curtis
"Life's a beach. Unless you're a lifeguard, in which case life's a long day of babysitting all the sunburnt morons of the world." Tiffany B.
M - "I need to get a referral to take my daughter to Patient First."
Them - "Have you tried to contact her primary provider?"
M - "No. They are closed on weekends."
Them - "Is is a military facility?"
M - "Yes."
Them - "Do they have another number to call?"
M - "Yes, but the message tells me to call this number."
Them - "Have you called their number?"
M - "No."
Them - "You need to call that number first before I can help you."
From the Hank's file
Fionaism of the day: Mom, thanks for not doing stupid things!
Fiona - Where's my backpack?
Dad - I have no idea.
Fiona- of course you have no idea, you're not MOM!
(I sure miss that family.)
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