Snug As A Bug In....my hair?

Hey, I teach Kindergarten, I know how it is. Sharing is nice! Encouraged! Rewarded! However, sometimes there is TMS*, and it can get really ugly from there. (*Too Much Sharing) As an example, I wrote a poem:

Lice are not nice
Especially not twice
If it happens again
My wrists I'll slice.**

**it's just a saying, calm down! I'd never slit my wrists. Because it's painful. And I don't do pain all that great. And because it's rather dramatic, don't you think?

For the gals in the family the weekend was spent with olive oil hair treatments, Dawn dish washing detergent shampoos, Diet Dr. Pepper shampoos, tea tree oil shampoos, and tea tree oil conditioner treatments. There was searching for nits, scraping nits off of individual hairs, screaming, crying....and that was just me.

I have NEVER vacuumed like I vacuumed this weekend. I. MEAN. NEVER. And I don't ever want to again. That vacuuming is darn hard work, especially when you actually move actual furniture. I washed everything in sight, even took the drapes off the windows. I washed out the inside of my vacuum cleaner. Twice. Who does that??? A crazy lady, that's who. And now, we've come full circle.

It all comes back to the crazy.

L'eggo My Eggo

You gotta love a post about waffles. Waffles are the bombdiggity. I love waffles so much. Going to the 24 hour Waffle House near the interstate makes me incredibly happy. And not just because it is next to the liquor store. Although that is a nice bonus.

I've been out from work for two days. The Tummy Yucks. That's what we call stomach upset around here. And truthfully, it is yucky. Also, it is a hard way to lose three pounds. I miss being at my school because I love having a job, specifically this job in particular. However, I hate to say it, I don't think my co-workers missed me too much. There are 8 kindergarten teachers whose classes are almost filled to capacity. When one meets the mark, presto! I get a kinder class of my own. Until then I have a pretty rockin' job. Working with small groups of low level kids, and teaching one science class a day, it is a great gig.

Some of the kindergarten teachers are not happy with me. Or my job. Or both. I don't exactly know. What I do know is that there have been grumblings behind my back. I'm fairly decent at reading people's emotions and I'll tell ya, ain't nobody foolin' me. My question in response is, "What can I do about it??". Honestly. I didn't create the job. I didn't interview me. (although one of them did) I didn't hire me. What gives?

I got totally railroaded during a grade level meeting on Friday. It made me sick to my stomach. I blame that meeting for me being sick yesterday and today. It was a delayed-getting-sick-to-my-stomach thing. So really, I miss being at my job. And I have sat here wondering, often on the potty, a great place to think, about my co-workers' attitudes. Are they glad I'm not there to work a job that irritates them? Are they pissed I'm not there to work a job that irritates them?

Anyhow, one thing I don't have to think too hard about is waffles. I know where I stand with them. And, praise the god of waffles, they tend to stay in my tummy when just about nothing else will.

That's Cool

It's like this. I like to write. I really do. In factuality (not a real word but should be), I write blog posts in my head ALL THE TIME. And letters. I write letters to people in my head too. And emails, which I guess is basically the same thing. So it makes no sense that I don't post those only-written-in-my-brain posts. So maybe I will begin again. Knowing me, I'll have to begin again and again and again. But, we'll see....

It's been awhile since my last post. Here's an update:

*still crazy
*still love being a mom
*still learning how to be a good wife to my poor husband
*am back to teaching! woweee! who woulda thunk it? after staying home with lane, drew, and kate for 14 years, i am back in the classroom. woot!
*was in grad school for two semesters....am hopeful to finish that journey eventually.

So the teaching thing... it's a Kindergarten position in a year round school. The Kindergarten part works for me, the year round part not so much. The rest of the fam is on a traditional schedule, so coordinating my time off with their schedule is pretty wonky.

I'm not actually teaching Kindergarten, even though I said I was. The school is waiting to fill another K classroom to the state mandated capacity(25 five year olds- yikes!) before splitting up classes to make my class. In the meantime, I am doing some literacy intervention for the lowest kids in each kindergarten class and, starting Monday, will teach Kindergarten Science. I will see one K class a day for some science fun!

I'm super excited about this new gig for several reasons:
*i'm outta the house
*i'm in real people clothes (read: not in jammies all day)
*i'm using my brain (read: not in a sleeping/tv watching zone all day)
*i'm making new friends
*i'm more motivated at home (read: i'm doing the laundry and making dinners)

Not an exciting post, I know, but in factuality (there it is again) I am in an exciting place in my life.

So, that's cool.

I See London, I See France....

Actual "conversation" held yesterday:

Kate: Ooh Mommy! When you bent over to feed the cats I saw your underwear!

Me: Ooo-kay.

Kate: And, I am wondering if those underpants are actually comfortable cuz they look like they go up your crack.

Me: (silence)

Kate: And, I really like that color green on you.

Me: (silence)

Kate: So, yeah. Nice underpants, Mommy.

Me: Ooo-kay.

The Crazy Lady

Actually, The Crazy Lady is not crazy. At least I hope not. She is the lady people talk to when THEY are crazy. . . like me! But it's easier to call her The Crazy Lady than "the lady I talk to because I'm crazy".

It's like the psychiatrist who prescribes my thank-you-God-in-the-high-heavens-for-my-meds medicine. I call him The Crazy Doctor. Not to his face, of course.

Anyhoo, Ronnie and I have been visiting The Crazy Lady because Ronnie read my earlier blog posts and decided that mebbe my crazy was crazier than he realized. But we go together. Cuz that's what couples do when one of them is crazy and the other is freaked out.

I thought it might be entertaining to chronicle our visits to The Crazy Lady with her bottom line paraphrased statements:

Visit Number One:  I'm glad you two are here. You definitely need to be.

Visit Number Two: Ronnie, be more understanding of and get educated on Anne's particular brand of crazy because she sho' is crazy.

Visit Number Three: You two are angry. And crazy.

Visit Number Four: Anne, do the damn laundry.

So Sayeth The Crazy Lady.

Crazy On Strike Today

i can't support SOPA and PIPA in their current form...

Can't. Stop. Laughing!

okay, click on this link too and then i swear, i am done telling you to click on links. . . for today.
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