It is officially summer. We started with illness... as most summers do. I have some sort of sinus gunk I am determined to kick homeopathic-ly. Baby boy (who is now almost 2 yikes) has croupe. Little man had is big toe run over by a rocking chair and with all the blood clotting issues he has me worried because it is still oozing, 5 day later. The dr took a blood sample to check his clotting time again. Which was normal, but now I am not so sure. We are waiting for them to call some time today probably.
But I have BIG plans for this summer. It WILL not get away from me again. Mondays and Fridays I will have my nephew. Tuesdays is our tentative swim date with a friend from work with her twins. Wednesdays there is toddler play at the rec center down the street. Thursday is craft day (along with Monday because I want the nephew to do these things too!
There is a week very soon that the boys will go to VBS with me. I will teach, Little man is registered and Baby Boy will be in the nursery. We are talking about an epic nap week. Then shortly after that the Hubbs and I are going to Vegas for the American Library Association's annual conference. We will be there 4 days for his conference. Which means I will be lounging by the pool and window shopping while he is doing "library things." The awesome news I just received is that a friend of mine will be there at the same time, so it will be cool to hang out with her. So I won't be so alone... eep.
I really am going to have a good time. We are staying past the conference for a few days to do some touristy stuff. We are going to rent a car and drive to Hoover Dam... supa pumped about that. Grand canyon fun times ahoy. (Can you tell we have been watching Jake and the Never Land Pirates a lot?)
There is a wedding and a baby shower. Lots of photo sessions sprinkled throughout.
I tend to put on a few pounds in the summer becuase I do a lot of TV watching. Not this year friends... I am going to do better. I am going to keep busy and I will get the most out of this time with my boys.
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Friday, July 13, 2012
getting out!
Must be one of those hormonal days-
Woke up in a good mood.
Played with the boy, had fun.
Then he started.... pushing...my...buttons...
He is now down for a nap.
And I feel bad for getting frustrated with him.
We are going to go out when he gets up.
We are going to go to the post office.
We are going to go to the park, hopefully it won't be to wet.
We have to go go the store..- it will not be Wal-mart.
We are going to have a nice day- busy and distracted.
Maybe hit some yard sales- but honestly it is a lot of work with him. (getting in and out of the car seat)
We are going to surprise daddy at work.
Then- Who knows?!
I think the problem is he gets bored here and then causes trouble. He can't help his curious nature and independence.
We are going to have a good afternoon. He is going to be so wore out that he will sleep like a champ at his afternoon nap. Who are we joking- I am going to sleep like a champ also.
Woke up in a good mood.
Played with the boy, had fun.
Then he started.... pushing...my...buttons...
He is now down for a nap.
And I feel bad for getting frustrated with him.
We are going to go out when he gets up.
We are going to go to the post office.
We are going to go to the park, hopefully it won't be to wet.
We have to go go the store..- it will not be Wal-mart.
We are going to have a nice day- busy and distracted.
Maybe hit some yard sales- but honestly it is a lot of work with him. (getting in and out of the car seat)
We are going to surprise daddy at work.
Then- Who knows?!
I think the problem is he gets bored here and then causes trouble. He can't help his curious nature and independence.
We are going to have a good afternoon. He is going to be so wore out that he will sleep like a champ at his afternoon nap. Who are we joking- I am going to sleep like a champ also.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Teacher woes
So as a teacher I LOATHE being out. When I miss a day, I feel like the kids miss a day also. I know that we have fabulous substitutes, and they very rarely disappoint. I just don't expect a sub to have to teach the math we do (some can and some cant, it is stinking hard.) I teach 6 segments (all subjects, same kids) in a day, and it is "wam-bam-thank you mamm" all day. Last week, I was relegated to the couch for 2 days because when I go, I go big. I make sure EVERYTHING is infected at the same time. Being preggers does not help, if I could take my allergy meds a lot of this could have been avoided. I digress.
I will fully admit- I am control freak when it comes to my students and classroom. Most teachers are, and the current political environment forces it upon us. Potential pay for performance (funny enough, it is my student's performance that dictates that, not mine,) has us all stressed out. Now, I play very well with others. I love planning with my 5 team members, and sharing ideas. But when I step in my room, it is on. If I had another teacher in my room, for whatever reason, I could deal with that, because I know they want the same thing too- successful kids.
Today I felt like we were on a speeding train. We spent over and hour finding out who did what, who was missing something, what they actually got finished with in the lesson plan. It was a total differentiation tornado in the room. 29 kids doing 20 different tasks. But we got it done! Now to grade everything, and that is where the "I have so many other things to do" comes in. I pulled an extra tutoring session with 2 kids today (not paid, but when an 11 year old asks to stay and get some extra help and some extra time to get work done- ABSOLUTELY!)
The moral of the story is today (when I left the house at 6:20 am) I imagined a messy classroom, my own messy desk, incomplete assignments, a long list of names for talking, a pile of assignments to be graded, and a pile of parent conferences to finish. All of that was there- don't get me wrong. But my desk - it was clean. Thank heavens- I left it a huge mess. BUT I also feel VERY accomplished as I sit at home in my hubby's recliner. I had almost everything graded by the time I left, the talkers sufficiently punished, most conferences handled.
The monster under your bed is always scarier until you grab it by the neck only to discover it is an old pair of panties your dog chewed up and stowed away under there. I will still stress out every time I have to be out- but I will hopefully always be just as surprised when I return the next day.
I will fully admit- I am control freak when it comes to my students and classroom. Most teachers are, and the current political environment forces it upon us. Potential pay for performance (funny enough, it is my student's performance that dictates that, not mine,) has us all stressed out. Now, I play very well with others. I love planning with my 5 team members, and sharing ideas. But when I step in my room, it is on. If I had another teacher in my room, for whatever reason, I could deal with that, because I know they want the same thing too- successful kids.
Today I felt like we were on a speeding train. We spent over and hour finding out who did what, who was missing something, what they actually got finished with in the lesson plan. It was a total differentiation tornado in the room. 29 kids doing 20 different tasks. But we got it done! Now to grade everything, and that is where the "I have so many other things to do" comes in. I pulled an extra tutoring session with 2 kids today (not paid, but when an 11 year old asks to stay and get some extra help and some extra time to get work done- ABSOLUTELY!)
The moral of the story is today (when I left the house at 6:20 am) I imagined a messy classroom, my own messy desk, incomplete assignments, a long list of names for talking, a pile of assignments to be graded, and a pile of parent conferences to finish. All of that was there- don't get me wrong. But my desk - it was clean. Thank heavens- I left it a huge mess. BUT I also feel VERY accomplished as I sit at home in my hubby's recliner. I had almost everything graded by the time I left, the talkers sufficiently punished, most conferences handled.
The monster under your bed is always scarier until you grab it by the neck only to discover it is an old pair of panties your dog chewed up and stowed away under there. I will still stress out every time I have to be out- but I will hopefully always be just as surprised when I return the next day.
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