There's Got to Be A Morning After....

I am done with my drama queen antics (and again, when I question why Miss F is so dramatic...um, maybe she gets it from me?!) Had my pity party (which involved Baskin Robbins ice cream cake, grilled cheese sandwiches and General Tso's chicken) and am ready to shift the paradigm.

As the father in the movie Heathers says "I love my dead, gay son!", I love my socially-retarded, physically limited daughter (their words, not mine...to me she is a graceful gazelle and has the social graces recommended by Emily Post)! Of course, Mr. B being the calm, rational soul he is came home, heard the news, processed it and said, "Gosh, Mrs. B, she didn't really like most of the kids in that class or she wouldn't scream at them and bite them so much so it's probably a good thing she's not with them anymore".

Being a parent is hard. I know that. Hard no matter what you do but sometimes I feel those of us in education have a few more worries, take things a bit harder and are hyper-sensitive to things in the educational realm. Why? I'm in the trenches so I see how mean kids can be to that kid...you know, the one who isn't co-ordinated or the one who has, for lack of a better description, verbal diahrrea (shouting things out, saying weird things like answering "What says 'woof'" with "I'm wearing batman socks today"), or when they're put in a class different than friends, etc. I hear teachers complain about that kid (and that parent) whether they're 'bad' or 'annoying' or 'socially enept". I see the eye rolling and kids saying "Gawd, Shut uuuup, Annoying Kids Name" so of course I go off the deep end creating scenarios and Lifetime Movies in my head about Miss F's future steming from this one, tiny, minutae situation.

Add to that exhaustion, hunger (imagine eating only bananas and toast for 3 days) and stress (new job coming up, teaching VBS, adoption paperwork, etc.)

So, Mr. Bowman, I'm pulling myself up by the bootstraps and soldiering on....

In other news....

Taught VBS all week. I did the 'Storytelling' section and acted out Bible stories. As the 'leader' I got all the hard questions like "Who wrote the Bible?" and I'm sad to say, I was a bit stumped and I think a 4 year old had to help me out. It was fun but next year I want to do snacks or crafts station.

My dentist gave me an A+ on my teeth yesterday. This dentist does a cleaning in 15 minutes. Now, should I be worried about him or the other dentists over the years who had their hygeniest torture me for 45 minutes cleaning my teeth?! My eyes haven't changed either. Woot! A+ from the eye doctor, too!

Miss F is doing well, oblivious to Mom's drama. In fact, they had some of the younger kids she'll be with in her classroom yesterday and when I got there, she physically lifted one of them up and threw him out of her way saying "Move" so she could get to me. See--she's not all that physically stunted, just needs smaller kids to push around! And, with all these younger men in her new classroom, Katie will be happy to know she might learn to appreciate the younger man (Katie swears the younger men are where it's at !!).

If you check my links on the left, there is a blog by a writer named Stephanie Klein. If only I could write like her. I love reading her blog and of course, when I'm sad about something so stupid and trivial, I turn to her blog and find out one of her babies is really, really sick. Even with a sick child in NICU, she can write a beautiful blog. I considered erasing yesterday's blog as I was feeling like a fool for pouring my heart out but Stephanie pours hers out all the time and gets blasted by it in her comments. Still does it and doesn't care. So, I'm keeping it up. I'm not ashamed of my neurosis and dramatics (OK, maybe a little.....)