I need a vacation, its time to go back to work. Never thought the day would come where I'd feel that way, but there it is. I haven't taught in two weeks and its time to go back. I can't decide whats been harder, being home with some killer flu virus or having Gracie home the whole time too. I love her to death but she hasn't stopped talking for more than 5 minutes this whole week, every time I'm almost asleep she has something to tell me; important things, you know, like she had a paper cut last week and Breanna was such a good friend that they went to the bathroom together and washed it out and then they put a bandaid on it and talked about how it was nice to have friends and some kids are mean but they want to be nice and she likes horses but at her party they're making flipflops.
I blame the virus for my low tolerance level, normally I can put up with almost anything my own kids do, but this week its been tough. Seems like every year we get a worse bug than the year before. I'm fully convinced that one of these years we're going to be wiped out by some killer virus (just not the swine flu) and its ultimately going to be our own fault. I blame it on the over-use of anti-bacterial EVERYTHING. That and those snotty little kids who insist on touching everyone and everything in their path. I even had a Grade 8 boy with a cold come and give me a hug once (icky, on a number of levels).
Anyhow, in the hopes of distracting Gracie from her constant need to chatter and to reward Anneke for a job well done in swimming I took them out for ice cream. No sooner had we pulled out of the parking lot and Gracie informs me "you don't look very sick, you're eating ice cream" Two minutes later I get "I don't like how you're driving. You should have both hands on the wheel". Seriously. I can't win.
Gracie isn't the only source of my grief, even my mother-in-law is grating on my nerves. This morning I was sluggishly trying to make Anneke a real breakfast before school and was baking her pancakes. Well, try as I may I couldn't find my good spatula. Turns out my MiL decided to try fix the running toilet in the master bath and used the SPATULA!!! WTF?! For starters, how the HELL do you fix a toilet with a spatula and secondly, what would possess anyone to use a Kitchen utensil of all things to do that??!!! I dumped the spatula, used a fork to flip the pancakes and I guarantee from now on, anytime I cook with a spatula my kids will need to be reassured that it hasn't been in the toilet. Nice.
Wow, I'm starting to feel better already...lol....maybe I don't need to go back to school after all. Maybe I'll just ship Gracie back on Monday and spend a day of peace & quiet at home.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment