School starts next week. There are things To Do that just aren't going to get done. What was supposed to be a "normal" week for my husband has morphed into anything but that. All adding to an IBS flare up. Allow me to use Maggie T. Kitten to illustrate just exactly how I feel...
The kiddos spent the afternoon with me at the preschool while my co-teacher and I cleaned our room out. We're taking over a space that had previously been used for the year-round daycare. It's twice the size of our previous classroom--which is a good thing since we are getting emails daily informing us of an additional student!
The preschool does not officially start until the 10th but have our work week next week. This year parent/student orientation is Friday morning. In the past it's always been the Sunday prior to the beginning of school. Monday's a holiday. Yesterday it hit us that we basically only had three days next week to get our classroom cleared out, moved around, in order, final bits of painting done, name tags up, and lesson plans in. Hence this afternoon spent getting sweaty and dirty. Even though it was a lot of work, it was also very exciting to take what was basically a blank (dirty and filled with someone else's left over crap, but blank none-the-less) space and create our own space, precisely to our needs.
Now, we can walk in Tuesday morning, complete the finishing touches, get our planning done and be ready to meet parents and student Friday morning. Of course, I'll have to excuse myself and run upstairs to attend my own parent orientation for the wee girl's pre-k since her dad will be off dealing with either NASCAR or politicians...or both.
Tonight? I'm done. There's an Advil PM with my name on it...
3 comments:
Oh, dear - you sound productive but overly-busy! Here's hoping the Advil PM worked, that the wee ones let you sleep through the night, and that your husband's schedule will get better soon. Sending good karma your way!
Apparently, not only is our state going to be the most visited by the presidential candidates this year, but so is our county. Another one is stopping by this weekend. I really shouldn't whine about it--it only happens every 4 years and it's adding up to a LOT of overtime. But it would be nice to see my husband every once in a while. Guess I'll have to wait until November.
Gahh. Oh, Dori, I'm hoping this week is shaping up to be better than last.
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