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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

What a day it has been...

"What a day it has been,
What a rare mood I'm in,
Well it's almost like being in love."

Do you know that song?

Here, let Dean remind you...



Ahhh... So true. What a day, indeed. And this was my anniversary.

It started out fine; up with the alarm at 5:45 am (I'm working my way back to 5:15 or 5:30) and I, at least mentally, recognized that today was January 6th.

We had a fairly normal morning routine until....

My heel stuck a hole right through my wood floor:


Then it got better as I had to have some serious talks with my son about his behavior at school today (i.e. not biting and not pushing his classmates).

Then I got to work and found this email from my daughter's teacher: "Also, we were informed in our meeting yesterday that classroom lunch helpers cannot bring siblings with them. Mrs. S feels as if the helpers full attention is not on the class if they have a younger child with them."

I have been fairly upset by this most of the day as I am the primary lunch volunteer for Sarah's class on Wednesdays when the 2nd grade teachers all go out for lunch and plan. I do it every week, on my day off from work, except for when I have BSF fellowships. And Nathan comes with me because, well, it's my day off and I refuse to send him to daycare every Wednesday afternoon.

So there's my quandry. I have a feeling that a meeting with the principal is going to be in order here pretty soon just to clarify the policy, to express my utter disappointment, and to iterate the fact that I tend to pay more attention while the kids are at recess than do the other moms without siblings present as they stand by the classroom and chat away, paying hardly any attention at all to the children on the playground. (Was that a run-on sentence?)

But I'm giving myself a couple of days to cool off and gain some perspective. Because I know enough about myself to know that I can't go in there like this.

So, I'm curious... What do you think? What would you do?

So after school we had piano and some errands to run. At some point, Sarah and I begin to discuss the fact that today was our anniversary. I mentioned that we were married on this day 13 years ago, and asked, "Can you count backwards and figure out what year we got married?"

She counts and counts... then stops, and says, "WOW! So, you were married in the 1900's?"

Yes, just call me Laura Ingalls Wilder, for that matter. Thanks, kid.

Needless to say, by the time the kids and I made it to dinner to meet Mike, at the Cheesecake Factory, I was done. D.O.N.E. - done.

But....

Fried Calamari, 2 Cosmopolitans, and Spicy Chipotle Chicken Pasta for dinner, then Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake for dessert later, I am fat and happy.

In spite of the kids being with us and my need to repeat the command to, "SIT DOWN," 500 times in the course of an hour meal, we had a good meal and I even scored some roses.

What a day it has been, indeed. What a day.

8 Comments:

Angie said...

I would talk with the principal (after waiting for perspective...) and let her know that if you are going to help that you have no choice but to bring your son with you. You could also let her know that he has not hindered your ability to watch the class at all. Ultimately it is her decision, but I would think that they would be thankful for your help!

Angie (don't check my blog- it hasn't been updated in weeks...I'm a bad, bad blogger)

beyond this moment said...

I'm sorry it was a rough day. Why does that always seem to happen on important occasions?

As for the school thing, I don't know what I would do.

Kay said...

Aww.. I'm sorry your day was less than perfect. At least it ended on an up-note.

I don't know what I would do about the thing at school either, other than talk to the principal about it and plead your case etc. Hope it works and the little Mister continues to be able to spend that time with you.

I would be over the moon bummed out about the floor. : (

Michelle V said...

I love the "1900s" comment!

I'm sorry you had a bad day! As for the son, well, I'm still having talks about their behavior in school with my two and they're...um...13 and 16. :(

Not sure what advice to give about the school except to pray about it!

Blessings
Michelle

Sallye said...

Donna,

God does the neatest things to keep us humble, and to remind us why we need Him in the day to day. This anniversary will always be memorable for the small things that did not quite go right today. Just think you got to spend the end of your day, at one of your favorite places with three of your most favorite people. What more could you ask for.

As for the school thing. What counsel is God giving you?

Sallye

Kate said...

Wow...Dean...don't drop your smoke...lol.

I'm not a mom, so if I were and in that spot I would probably go down there all mad and tell 'em like it is. haa haa Really, I have no clue, but I'm sure you will do the right thing.

Um, maybe you could blog some about what it was like to live in the 1900's...maybe even compare them to today...I would like that. haa haa

I really am glad the rest of your evening went well. Until next time...walk softly and know that your house does not necessarily have to be THAT holy.

;)

Kim said...

What a great line: "Wow, so you were married in the 1900s?"
Classic :-)

Glad you can keep your sense of humor in the midst of some serious craziness.

The G's said...

Can I chime in on the school issue? I am a teacher and I see the teacher's side. While you may not be an offender it is an issue. Too many times the little ones are the ones that are into everything and mom is too busy helping to watch the little one. Too many times I have had to clean up after the volunteer and their child left. It would have been easier to just do it myself. And you to keep in mind this...while he may be fine while you are there, what they do for one parent they have to do for others. Our school has a policy about this in the handbook.

Spare the rotton tomatoes please!! Just giving you the other side.