Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Bla bla bla

This being the first week of school I am... my brain is... suffering.

I am not fully prepared.  I do not have rolls for my classes that start tomorrow and I have no idea what we will do for 90 minutes.

I am hoping for that spark that tends to happen while I am in the shower that says, "Hot damn, this is a brilliant idea at the very LAST MINUTE!"

Sometimes the ideas aren't so great.

Oh well.

Ah, I also can't log into my computer and I have no access to the database I need to set up grades or anything else.  Do I want to use the smart board in my room?  Yes.  Can I?  Maybe?

I should really lay out some clothes tonight so I don't have to think about it tomorrow morning, but I'm not sure if I'm capable of matching colors (ever).

I guess I'll just go to bed.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

So Tired

School starts next week, which means I have been busy with new teacher orientation and getting my room ready this week.

With a broken elbow (see previous post) - which is the sort of broken where you are supposed to ignore the fact that it is broken, but hurts like hell when I push or pull anything.  Such a joy to have a broken wing when I need to fly. (haha haha haha)

JG has also started daycare.  I get to rip out my heart each morning when I leave her behind, bawling and asking me not to leave.  The daycare staff said that sometimes it takes a child up to two months to adjust.

Two months.

I'm hoping that JG is in the swing of things by next week, and I have high hopes for her since everyone I have talked to says that their kid loves it.  And the parents like it too.

In the future I am sure I will like it as well.

Just not so much right now.


And teaching...

Today I went to a... I can't remember the technical term for it, but I went to a Language Arts class for teachers.  Being in a room full of older women who have taught anywhere from 5-20 years makes me uncomfortable.

Why?  Because they all assume I'm a baby, like an 18-year-old they need to coddle and condescend to.  Like "oh, look at how young she is, she obviously has no idea what she's doing."

I understand that I look much younger than I am (I'm 30, by the way), but when I meet women (and it is alway women) who automatically assume I am naive and uneducated, my skin crawls and I shut down a little.

Outside of the workplace I have no problem letting them know they're wrong, but when it's people I will see and work with again I have learned it's better to roll with the punches rather than to bite.  Eventually they will learn what I know and who I am, and I'll just let them make a fool of themselves for the time being.

The funny thing is that I told my new coworker, "Gail", that the ladies behave that way around me and she didn't believe me, until she witnessed it happen from a friend of hers.  Even more hilarious, she put her friend on the spot so we could clear up the misunderstanding.

I am so happy to get to work with this woman.

And now I need to go write my disclosure statement.  So there.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

My Child


JG really loves water.


Like, really loves it.  (Yes, that is the dog's water bowl she is sitting in.)


She's even more than happy to play with the water hose.


She is a funny little bug.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

?

Sometimes you've got to get out there and live life and try new things

and sometimes you fall on your face

you know?
















Thanks husband.




You should just see my glasses up close, that's the most depressing thing.




Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Walker, Texas Ranger

Holy crap, my baby is walking.

Walking.

Which, I guess, means I can't technically call her a baby any more, she's a toddler now.  A toddler who demands to be put down in Costco, and doesn't understand when she hears the word no.

"No, JG, there is no way I am letting you walk around - people will run over you and I will have to clean your brains off the concrete."

Because, with me, everything is about JG's brains.

Unfortunately, for me, she did not understand this logic and spiraled into a screaming fit.  In which she screamed the entire time we were in Costco.  

What is my approach when it comes to my child throwing a fit in a public area?  Unfortunately, for the other customers, I just let her.

Look, when it comes to tantrums the first rule is to let them know that their "approach" will not get them what they want.  

Sometimes I will laugh at her (which doesn't improve the situation).  But, mostly I just endure the dagger eyes others throw our way - today it was more along the lines of "please shut your child up so I don't have to listen to what sounds like a goat being gutted."

Anyway, back to my first point.

My child is freaking WALKING.  I really need to get some video, but as you may have deduced, I am not the best mother and have yet to do it.

Mainly because my chin is still dragging on the floor.