The week that wouldn't end
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Maybe I should say weeks that wouldn't end. It all started when my room at work got changed, with three students and my co-teacher moving to the next room. No big deal, I've been alone several times. Of course I've never been alone with three potty-training kids and three still fully in diapers. It wouldn't be so bad if the potty-training ones were a little more independent. I swear I spend my whole day in the bathroom. Then I have 5-6 kids everyday each vying for my attention. One goes in her pants just so I will change her, another stands on tables or chairs smiling at me until I get him down, and yet another will start hitting me because I'm talking to one of the other kids. I forgot how hard it is to pass around attention when your alone with a group of kids that all need you at the same time.
If that wasn't hard enough, our beloved class goldfish died suddenly. I received this fish two years ago as part of our secret spook and everyone was shocked at how old it was and how big. Then one day I was in the bathroom - shocking! And my little "peanuts" comes over and says the fishy is stuck. I had no idea what she was talking about. I thought a fish puzzle piece got stuck, but our fish was gone. I was asked about our fish for a week, until I finally bought a new one.
That's another thing. I am waaaaaaay too soft hearted. I found a baby Betta and bought it for my little tank at home the day before I bought the new goldfish (Spooky) and could not sleep for fear of finding the fish dead. I read that the babies could eat regular food, but when I tried the food was too big. So I checked another website that went on and on about how it's cruel to sell these babies because they're too young and need special food. So I got the special food the next day when I got Spooky so all is well there. Of course I couldn't sleep that night because I was worried I'd go to work and find a dead fish there. Well, both fish friends seem to be thriving so hopefully I'll sleep this week.
I have recovered from reading the Hunger Games trilogy. That cause more sleepless nights because I kept thinking about the story. I must say, having read the books I like the movie better.
This whole deal with the wildlife sanctuary closing at 4:30 is killing me! I miss it like you wouldn't believe and haven't managed to get a lot of exercise in these past two weeks. Part of that has to do with lack of sleep causing lack of energy, but I'm done with excuses. I want to get in another 1500 GOOD minutes by the end of the year.
My husband wants a baby, now. He's been doing a lot of thinking about baby names. Now it's Eleanor or Margaret. I told him I will never like a name beacause for as long as I can remember I wanted Emily Ann, the same name his sister picked when she learned we were engaged and decided to try for a baby girl. Still may go with it, but I also keep telling him we need a baby first.
Time to get moving.