Do you ever feel like you just can’t win? I do!
In fact, I can’t even count how many times I have said that in the past week. Needless to say, I was thankful for the weekend.
We had a good, but busy past weekend so I started the week a little tired. Monday was busy. I had just received my “teacher money” so I had new things to set up in my classroom, including my fish tank. I was also preparing my kids for our first big unit test so I was prepping reviews and study materials for them while trying to still set up the room. Not to mention open house was Wednesday night and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I went into work early and stayed late every single day.
After school on Tuesday, Mike and I went to pick up some fish. We picked out 4 different Mollies and a sucker fish. (When we left the pet store I realized that if we bought 6 fish I could have had each class period name one…) We had to go back to school, get them acclimated and observe for awhile before going home.
Open House Drama
Wednesday, I was stressed about open house. Not the parents, but the event. I just wanted the room to be perfect, the presentation to be perfect, and me to be perfect. None of those three were perfect in the end, but they were enough. However, the stress was enough to wear me out. It was a long day.
One fish… two fish… dead fish?
Thursday. Oh, Thursday. I get to work to find a dead fish. No, not just a dead fish. This was the only fish that ‘one of my most special needs students decided was his favorite and named Black Hole’ fish. Some students noticed, some didn’t. I just kept telling them to keep it quiet. Ha.
Field Trip Madness
We also had a field trip on Thursday. Me + another teacher + 45 middle schoolers…. yep. Honestly, they were fine. They snap chatted the bus ride. I photo bombed a few. We went to see a play and while I did get onto them for gum chewing… they were very well behaved. When we got back on the bus to return to school is when the trauma occurred. While we are trying to check attendance, students start screaming. I was about to get mad when I realized they were screaming about a spider. Not just a tiny spider. A big one. A yellow one. On the ceiling of the bus. Coming towards me. Have I mentioned I am terrified of spiders??
I want to be brave, because I’m their role model. So although my heart is racing and I can’t breathe, I stay put and say, “Oh, relax, it’s just a harmless spider. You’re fine!” Meanwhile some girls in the back start screaming because there’s another one. I’m thinking, “Oh. em. gee. We are under attack and going to die and I need to run away but also be in charge.” So I ask the bus driver for some napkins because no way am I going to kill a spider with my bare hands- but she only has a broom. She kills the one by me and some tough 13 year old boys wanting to impress some 13 year old girls killed the one in the back. Whew! That was close.
Nightmare over, right? Nope! Because as I get settled on the now-calm-and-snapchatting-bus, I check my phone to see messages from Mike saying he was just in a car accident and was T-boned by another car. Cue all of my panic. I’m getting nervous and frantically texting back, worried when I don’t get immediate responses. He was spending the day with his mom. Is he OK? Is she OK? What happened? Is the car OK? Who’s fault was it? Where’s the other guy? Where are you? What do you need? Should I leave school?
I message some other teachers also on busses full of teenagers. My fabulous teacher friends start offering to take my kids for the rest of the day so I can leave. But, then Mike starts to write back saying he will be OK. They are waiting for a tow, and they need to pick up a rental car, they are not hurt but his neck his sore and he doesn’t think he needs to get checked out. So, I’m freaked out for the rest of the day. The students pick up on it and work pretty well for the afternoon, trying not to need me too much. (It’s interesting how they can be so wild, but on my rare “off days” they totally show respect by not adding any fuel to the fire and asking how they can help.) I want to leave after school, but Thursday is my tutoring day. It’s OK, so far this year- no kids have shown up to tutoring. BUT! Today, two kids who need me are there. 5:00 comes around and I am ready to see Mike, but no… CVS says it’s the last day to pick up my Rx so I run to the store, sit in traffic and finally make it home. I just go straight to Mike and hug him so tightly for the rest of the night.
Friday is test day. Test scores are low, lower than I hoped for. I’m disappointed and trying to figure out how to reteach come Monday. TGIF.
Saturday we go to Universal to play with friends. Finally, a fun day off. Our passes are blocked, we are told to go to Guest Services. We stand in line for 45 minutes… in the rain… figure out the issues, pay the money to solve the issues and get into the park an hour later than anticipated. We had fun while we were there and it was worth it. We get home and decide to nap before seeing a movie.
Ha. I set my alarm to wake us in plenty of time. Wake up without an alarm and realize the movie is about to start. Oops. Set the alarm for AM, not PM… missed the movie. Decided to do our grocery shopping instead… including buying ant traps… because I forgot to mention, this week we have ants in the house. Because, why not?
So, as you can see… it’s been a week. Today’s goal was to stay in PJs all day- to not leave the house, to not wear a bra. I succeeded. I was somewhat productive, dishes, cleaned the Keurig, started a new book… but overall, I’ve been lazy. And it’s been great.
Tomorrow starts a new week and there’s no where to go but up!