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I am back

May 10, 2011

Man, three kids has been crazy and I think I have finally found a way to squeeze my blog back in.

That’s right, hiding in bathroom with the computer.

Soon work will be over (13 days, not that I am counting) and I will be able to write more regularly and share some of the craziness that was this babies birth and the wonderful addition he has been to our family.


Bedrest vs Work

December 8, 2010

So, yesterday I was officially put on bedrest that was set to begin today.

However, I went to work today, because I am a workaholic who has trouble handing over control of her classroom to someone else.

This all came as a pretty big shock because everything had been improving and the doctor has been so optimistic at each appointment.  Even things at work have been good, all 8 boys were beautifully behaved for the last week and a half.  I had all these fun Christmas plans with them (because we live in a rural, insanely religious, everyone is the same kinda place we call it Christmas) .

We have an art project a day next week, a tree to put up and decorate, a Christmas play to put on, cookies to bake together, a party to have, and gifts to make for their families.

And now, I have to hand over all the fun to someone else so I can sit on the couch and rest.  I know it sounds dumb to complain about, but no matter how much I complain some days, I love teaching, and being away from it is hard.

Plus, my desk was still a freaking mess and I feel bad for the poor woman who has to take over my desk and try to find anything useful.  I had grand plans for cleaning that up as well…

I guess I can look on the bright side and know that I will now get to watch all the girl movies I can stand, check facebook ten million times a day, read blogs that I rarely get time to enjoy, and maybe help keep my poor husband from going crazy with our kitchen remodel.  That last one is a maybe cause I am not really that useful for anything other than finding overly priced things I want and last minute projects we should add in.



The Mystery Files of Mrs. M.’s Class

November 23, 2010

Today at work was a fabulous day!  The boys were fantastic!  There are 3 major reasons for that:

1. One of my students who has chosen to go off his meds was absent.

2. One of my students whom I love dearly, but is a giant pain in the butt recently was suspended

3. We had a big Thanksgiving feast where you could eat all you wanted and the boys are a huge fan of that and did not want to lose out.

So at the end of the day the boy who was suspended comes in to pick up his stuff.  I bring down his library books, his homework, his point sheet, and he mentions I forgot his backpack and pencil box, so I said okay went to get them. I only ended up remembering the backpack, but he said it was okay he had a bunch of pencils at home.  I thought nothing of it, as he left, I just mentioned that no one knew he was suspended and that on Monday if he did not bring it up I wouldn’t and we could just move on.  He said “okay” and I told him I would see him on Monday.

About 20 minutes later when the bell rings and all the kids are leaving and we are waiting on the two last buses, the principal comes up and say that she got a call from this student’s home school and they wanted to know more about his impending return on Monday.  She was thrown and just said she had no idea. They told her the mom called and said that he has been doing so well that he is returning.  Of course, our principal mentioned that he had been suspended today and said that she did not think this was a good plan.

In mentioning it to me, she thought maybe they messed up and so we would leave it until next week.  But, of course, the secretary comes out and says that there is a parent on the phone and am I available.  So i go and it is this boy’s mom and she says that I didn’t give him all of his things, he needs everything.  I mention that  I just got the essentials for the long weekend and that he can have whatever he needs of his stuff, and she said “no, I mean all of his stuff, he will not be returning to school there on Monday.”

The world stopped spinning for a second.  This is a parent who has been amazing, who has stated multiple times that she thinks her son needed to earn his way back to his homeschool and who has agreed that he was not ready.  None of this made any sense.

So, I said that I was very sorry to hear this and would she like to talk?  We talk multiple times a week and have had a great relationship.  She very curtly said “No” and hung up.

I have been replaying this whole thing in my head over and over and it is crazy because I should just be thanking God for one less headache and fight every day, but I can not shake the sense that something bad is going to happen and I really like this kid and his family and would hate to see anything happen.

Revoking an IEP is as simple as a signature, but it means so much more than that.  If he doesn’t have this he can be suspended as much as the school likes for anything, he can be up for expulsion, he can get himself in a world of trouble.

I just don’t know why this whole situation is bothering me so much, but it is consuming me.


Next time, I am not answering questions

October 15, 2010

The last few days have been nutty.  On Wednesday at work one of my students punched me in the ribs (he lost his pen and freaked out and I was in the way).  At first it didn’t really hurt, and then, it did.  So, of course, being pregnant and easily worried, I called my doctor’s office to just make sure everything would be fine.

The call itself went fine, I think the doctor thought I was kidding.  They of course told me to come in so they could do some observations and said not to drive myself.  So finding someone at my new job to drive me that I know well enough to ask to drive me 30 minutes away was kinda hard.  In the end, I did find someone and I was glad that she was so nice.

We got to the doctor’s office and sat for a while until the called me back only to say they were sending me over to labor and delivery.

The poor lady who came with me then of course felt obligated to stay until my husband came with the kids.  Needless to say this very kind lady ended up with more information about me (my birthday, my address, my life story), my sex life (no I had not had sex in the last 24 hours, no I was not being forced to have sex against my will or being hurt physically/emotionally), and my child birthing history (yes, I have 2 children, vaginally delivered, yes this was indeed my 4th pregnancy, no I wasn’t still hiding #4 in the closet or anything)  than she could possibly want to know, even if I am the new lady on campus, see I bet you didn’t really wanna know all that either.

So in the hospital they hooked me up to monitors, checked my blood pressure, and the doctor came in all roughly around the same time.  It was crazy and overwhelming and of course he starts in with a new round of questions and so I say things I don’t want to say, that make him give me this look of worry and then say “well we just need to run a few additional tests, so hunker down for a while.”  At this point my husband still hasn’t left home and I am just sitting there wishing that had remembered to wear nicer underwear today.

Trying to end the obligation and let this poor woman go home I tell her my husband is sure to be here soon and that she can go home, no big deal.  I promise. She, being the uber nice lady she is, stayed strong and continued to wait.

When my husband does come (about 2 hours in), I almost forgot to introduce them.  It was a weird situation.

As it turns out, this was a very long night of the” hurry up wait ” game and they made me stay overnight and it was this whole ordeal. As life works out, things went pretty well, just some crummy food, a lot of being woken up, and a few times pushing on my bruised ribs to make sure they felt better.  The baby is doing well, he is quite active, and seems to be happy in his little cocoon.

Only 74 days left.  Hopefully nothing else exciting happening in that time, other than my kitchen actually being finished.


March 25, 2010

Yesterday I got a letter explaining to me that I am being laid off.  Now, I understand that money is tight, I know it isn’t personal, and yet I have a very hard time not taking it personally.

I am freaked out, though I know that as always, we will be fine. I just am not someone who can handle change like this easily.  It was supposed to be me walking out on them, telling them to go fuck off and that I did not need them.  Not them handing me an “outplacement” packet saying have a good afternoon with a smile on their faces.

Then I came home and as I began checking my email my plans went out the window with the one job available notifying me they hired someone else, but thanks for my application.

Bad things come in 3s right?  I guess the question is what’s next.

A Compliment

March 9, 2010

Today as I was walking into the school I heard our head custodian say good morning and then saw him do a double take. I figured there must be someone with me who he didn’t know or something  like that and then he came up to me and squeezed my shoulder.   When he did this, he said, “hey baby, I didn’t even know that was you!  I had to look twice you are really looking good, but can I ask you a question?”

“Sure” me nervously.

“Your doing that weight loss thing right?” and as I nod “cause you definitely look like you have lost weight, but I want you to know I think you looked good before and you should be careful  not to lose yourself, you’re a beautiful young woman, you know.”

Me while laughing disbelievingly “oh Mel, I knew I loved you”

Then I proposed marriage.

Well not really, 1 because I love my husband and 2 because Mel is 60ish and married with grandchildren.

Work Out Day 17

February 4, 2010

Today is the 17th day in a row that I have faithfully worked out and I think that I am going to die.  I really really have needed to work out for quite some time and now that I am, I am remembering why the saying “ignorance is bliss,” exists.

Let me give you a small recap…

Day 1 – Starting the video I laugh, thinking about how simple this all sounds, 25 minutes should be a cake walk… 5 minutes in, I can barely breathe and I am praying for the end. When the end finally arrives I am proud that I finished and thinking  I am ready for day 2.

Day 3 –  I can barely move my legs, people at work are asking why I am walking funny and I am thinking the soreness is at an end. As I work out that night, I contemplate cutting off my legs.

Day 6 – I am still very sore (that’s how out of shape I was/am), but the workout is going much smoother, there are actual points where I can breathe.

Day 7 – Reward day!! I went to dinner at Panera and had a delicious bread bowl with chicken soup for dinner. Oh and I worked out.

Fast forward (imagine the soreness and workout-ness)

Day 14 – Reward day ! After working out I went to the bookstore and was able to pick out a brand new book just for me!

Now, at day 17 I feel as if I may actually make it to day 30.  During the work out I am able to breathe now, I am lifting actual weights, not just soup cans, and I am looking forward to starting the work out. That is if my knee doesn’t suddenly give out. I am really working hard to lose weight and to focus my efforts while I have this time alone.

P.S.  In case you have noticed and are wondering, every week there is a fun reward so that I keep myself going.  On the 21st day I am going to a movie!  Now to decide on the movie.  Any suggestions?