Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I find myself at the beginning of what looks to be one of the most challanging school years of my career.

I have 3 identified special needs students. One of these students cannot speak due to the results of a massive seizure. Another is very limited in both expressive and receptive language for reasons yet to be identified. The third identified special needs student has seizures that may require the administration of a powerful drug by yours truly. They two seizures occurring at school so far were mild, thank God!

In addition to the aforementioned, I have 2 other students struggling with Oppositional Defiance Disorder-or perhaps I should say that I am struggling with the ODD. :)

Then there are they 3 very immature students who function at the social level of a three year old not to mention their equally low level of achievement.

That's eight-count them-eight major issues in a classroom of 17. Oh...let's not forget the special needs child that comes to me from another classroom. Bringing my total to 9 major issues in a classroom of 18.

Sounds tough? It is!

But I look forward to seeing their faces every day. Even though the nose picker makes his nose bleed every couple of days and the pouter can hold a grudge all day...every day and the un-medicated kid with ODD has been aggressive and rude to all, I genuinely like every single kid in my room.

Honest teachers know that there are always one or two kids that may rub you the wrong way or a kid or two that can quickly grate on your nerves on the best of days.

It is a rare and blessed year that you like them all-even the nose picker.

Just sayin'.......

Monday, March 16, 2009

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I was assessing children on coin identification for report cards. Most assesments have to be one on one and it drags on forever. I called K up....

Me-What's this coin.


Me-What's this one?


Me-this one?


MeAnd how about this one?


Me-Yes this is torture, but we pronounce it quarter.

Later on that day, during a rainy recess time, we were watching a well known animated classic in which a fox and a dog who were once friends get into a fight. All of the children are horror struck. Some have their hands to their mouths, others have covered their eyes. Suddenly above the noise of the fighting animals H yells out 'Jeeezzus Christ!"

It's really hard to correct a child for inappropriate comments when you are laughing so hard.

Just saying....

Monday, March 9, 2009

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

It is now almost 8:00 p.m. and the thing I have waited for all day has finally happened. The plumber is here. A mere 11 hours after I called. I guess everyone's plumbing problem is an emergency though.

I just really wanted

a shower

and a nap

to get the groceries for the week bought.

and to run to the carpet store.

In related news...

The plumber's assistant just knocked on the door, asked to be shown to the water heater, looked me straight in the eye and said,

"We crawled all the way up under there and there's water shooting everywhere!"

Uh, yeah.

That's what I told your boss when I called ...

11 hours ago.


Just saying.........

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Heard on the Playground

Her-annieb, do you see what Johnny is doing?

Me-No, what's he doing?

Her-Just throwing everybody to the ground.


Johnny runs up to me.

After a long staredown......

Me-Johnny...what rule did you break?

Him-I said a bad word.

Me-Ummmmmm. And just what bad word did you say?

Him-Shut up.

Another looonnngg stare down.

Me-No, that's not the bad word you said is it?

Him-Big sigh-Okay, I said bitch.

Me-Go to time out, Johnny.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Heard as children burst from church this morning...

Holy crap! It's snowing!


Saturday, February 28, 2009

As I ranted to my bff about the trauma (more on this later) in the wedding chapter of my life, I caught a glimpse of a truck pulling slowly up to the For Sale sign in my yard. As I paused by the window watching and ranting away, my subconscious took over. The door of the truck opened and for a splint second I thought it was the ex who stepped out gingerly maneuvering around the puddle of water left by the morning’s deluge of rain.

As one part of my brain focused on telling bff just how very angry I was another part of my brain thought, "Oh, I guess it’s ex bringing Bud home to me because he is so sick." It took several seconds for me to realize that this was not the case. Bud is 18 as he so very often reminds me, and would drive himself home. Bud is old enough to vote and to fight for our country.

Isn't it interesting that a mother never outgrows that compulsion to keep one portion of her overloaded brain devoted to the well being of her children?
Often during those late night feedings I would wonder what it would feel like when they were older and able to communicate their hurts, fears and desires. As I stared down at those sweet, milky faces I tried to imagine a time, somewhere in the future, when my children were no longer completely dependent of me for their very life. Life then, I thought would be free from worry. I could relax in the knowledge that all grown up, they could take care of themselves.

I didn’t know that you never, ever stop worrying about your children. That there will never, ever be a moment in your life when some part of you isn’t listening for their cry.

I didn’t know that I would secretly wish that my huge 18 year old, feverish and achy from a virus, were here with me, under my watchful mommy’s eye instead of at his father’s house. Rational thought would be that he is being well taken care of but this mommy and probably others, takes a certain pride in the irrationality of our thought processes.

And what was I ranting about you wonder? It was just the mommy bear in me rising up to defend another little cub. Let’s not focus on the fact that she is 22 and does an outstanding job of standing up for herself.

Shortie went to the ATL to pick up her wedding dress. Original plans for the day had fallen through and the store had called a few days ago letting us know that the dress was in. As it was going to be a quick trip with no trying on of the dress, she asked if I minded if she a 2 of her friends made the trip today instead of on Sunday afternoon as we had planned.

Of course I don’t mind I told her. Have fun with your friends. What could go wrong?

When she called to tell me that it was the wrong dress I first thought that they had called the wrong bride. No such luck…the wrong dress had been ordered.
As the volume of her voice rose, the protective, angry, mommy of the bride beast rose up in me with a power and a fury that surprised even me.

I demanded that she return to the store and put me on the phone with the owner.
When that didn’t work, I demanded that she hand the phone to her friend Emily, whom I so admire for her spunky take no prisoners attitude in the face of adversity.
When that didn’t work, I sputtered the same demands over and over.
When that didn’t work I demanded that she give me the cell phone number that the owner had given her.

I think that hearing the anger in my voice and the fact that I was becoming totally incoherent caused the teary giggles I heard.

My children have seen me lose my temper far, far too many times but they have very rarely seen me become confrontational and aggressive. I just don’t have it in me.

Well, that’s what we used to think.

I dialed-no poked-no stabbed-the number in and introduced myself as the mother of the hysterical child in the parking lot. The voice that came from my mouth sounded suspiciously like a demon possessed, head spinning, green vomit spewing Linda Blair.

Well, maybe it was the voice I used with the little critter at school who rules everyone’s day with shrieks and screams when I ever so politely informed that I.was.not.going.to.listen.to.one.more.noise.from.his.mouth.

Whatever the origin of the voice…it’s very effective.

At any rate, the rude, incompetent, unapologetic, beautiful young bride hater has until Monday at 4:00 to call me with the date of arrival of the correct dress AND with her suggestions as to how she plans to compensate the most easy to get along with bride to be in the world.

Nobody, but nobody does my babies wrong!

Once the mommy, always the mommy….just saying.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

After a week long break from work the prospect of getting back to the daily grind on Monday is a depressing thought. Actually, I wouldn't mind so much if I were getting back to my classroom and the little munchkins. Instead I'll be enduring three mind numbing-how to be a better teacher-sessions. At least I can sit there and think about all of the projects I was able to get done last week. The one good thing about these kind of in-service days is the compassion it gives me for the little children I teach. I wonder what part of the day they dread. I think I'll ask them and get back to you with their responses which I am sure will be brutally honest. At least I do know that so far I am the best teacher they ever had....I know because they tell me. Who cares if they are only five and six years old......just saying.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Just lately I have been overwhelmed with the feeling that life is moving at a faster pace than I would like. I am selective about the change I welcome into my life. I enjoy new beginnings like the excitement of a new school year or a new hairstyle, but when it comes to-my people-I prefer that things stay familiar and comfortable.

My three children are four years apart in age so I've always thought that the nest would empty gradually. Not so. For most of the last 9 months I have assumed that Shorty will be leaving in July with Bud not far behind in August leaving me and Lee Lee alone to rattle around a formerly busy house. Shorty will be married June 13 and I couldn't be happier with the man God has chosen for her. However, I have so enjoyed the relationship we have grown into and the presence of her and her sweet, sweet Five-O. I just know that I will miss out on so many good jail house and crazy kid stories. More than that...I know that I will miss their daily presence.

Bud has decided to stay home and attend school in town for the next 2 years so I have a bit of a reprieve there. He too has grown into an adult that I enjoy spending time with. Recently I read some scholarship recommendations written about him and I was brought to tears by the knowledge that others see the same great young man that I do. I don't expect him to spend huge amounts of time sitting around the house but it's nice to think that he'll be laying his head down here at night.

Lee Lee will most likely be the one who flies the furthest from the nest. From very early on I've said that her middle name should have been Go. She has always had a need for independence and a curiosity about what was just over the next hill.

Although there have been plenty of times that I would have cheerfully shipped them all off to summer camp, winter camp, fall camp or whoever would take them, I never really believed that they would grow up and become independent, responsible adults able to survive on their own...just saying.