My day started at 4:15am.
Shower and Coffee
(strong enough to wake Cleopatra VII Philopator)
enter three IEP goals and present performances
(total time 40 minutes) and pray that no one thinks I am a functioning alcoholic because
I. am. tired.
get kids up
finished getting ready
fix kids breakfast
see a birthday party Facebook invite
I write it on my hand because I forgot my calendar....
drive to school
drop kids
7:30: rush to replace the 6 of the 12 national board artifacts
(I thought I was finished with)
It is time to administer a math test.
no one is feeling it
I try to encourage.
some kids take 90 minutes for 15 problems
(they have dreams of break too)
I pull another student to finish a reading
assessment we started last week. He works so hard
and shows growth (but will it show on test day?)
I have to leave at 1:30 to take Connor home because
no one can get him before I leave for another meeting.
2:00: Party at Carlee’s school
I get there 15 minutes early (and try to fill out a summary on another student).
I don’t get far but the principal provides me with another artifact for my NB product (yay)!
class party about 8 minutes late
Prior I meet with a tiny, little boy who told me about 'getting in trouble' because 'he lost it' ....
I so relate. I think I am 'lost-ing it too'.
Carlee and I leave early, so I can go to a meeting at the Intermediate School - 3 schools in one hour.
I call in a favor with the school psychologist.
She takes care of Car-Car for 90 full minutes while I do a phone conference with a parent (she is the BOMBbbbb).
women helping women- thank you!
I’m feeling a bit scattered in the meeting
(allergy pills and caffeine)
How many times do I think to myself-
'I should NOT have said that'
I don't know how productive we are but ...
finally time to go home!!
Carlee wants to dye eggs but no time.
tonight Connor has scriptures
we review
He is in the '13 year old' mood…
I try to be patient.
I correct three words and he gets offended
(but even with dyslexia we can’t use the word ‘disabled’ for ‘disciples’)
I reassure him that even if he reads a word wrong, no one will care and to keep going with confidence.
lucky- speaking in front of people does not bother him
6:00pm: Darren comes home and gets the kids soup.
I eat a chocolate bunny a student gave me for dinner (Dove Chocolate).
Carlee is mad that we make her change out of her booty shorts
I text my director a random thought I had about our meeting.
We go to church.
We get there 15 minutes early and I’m like AwESoMe!
Then….
Connor says ‘I’m suppose to wear black. I forgot.’
I realize he is in teal blue with a streak of dirt down his face.
Darren takes the kids.
I hit the road.
I pull black pants, a black NC State shirt, a black Adidas shirt, and a black Carolina Panthers shirt out of his closet and jump the steps to get back.
Connor is standing in the parking lot alone twisting his fingers and waiting.
(so my child- worried he has messed up)
His dirt streak is gone.
He switches out into black Adidas in the parking lot.
I park.
I text a teacher about a student on my way through the doors (and hope I don’t trip and break important body parts).
Church has started and it is dark.
I try very hard to focus on the beautiful scriptures of redemption but my mind is driftingggggg
Darren notices that Connor is moving back and forth in the front of the church in a fidget (nervous energy).
I stop bouncing my own leg up and down when he mentions it (nervous energy).
Connor misses the cue from the preacher to wait.
No matter, he reads well and the music on the piano was a lovely complement.
all the young speakers do so great
so sweet
The impact of the evening dawns on me and how unworthy I am…
Christ takes us out of the shadows.
Carlee says she is thirsty when I am reflecting.
(sigh)
5 minutes, I say.
pout
After, I inform Connor he has to stay for another short practice...
not happy w/ a “DARN IT”.
If I do anything in this world,
it will be to teach my kids to keep a “DARN IT” commitment.
I tell Darren to talk to him about appropriate response.
We debate who will stay and who will go
when,
he decides to stay because he has a small thing to do.
(yesssss)
8:30pm: Carlee and I go home and she wants me to draw a dog.
it looks like a chicken, she says
She makes me pinky promise we can dye eggs and hide them in the morning (and then asks another 1, 000, 002 times for confirmation).
9:00pm: Darren wonders why I’m laying in the bed like I need life alert
(hmmm).
And at last.
It is Spring Break.
hope
renewal
and new life
He Has Risen
#Easter
#break
