....at the beginning of the week. The coughs, sneezes, sniffles, blowing noses...none of which 9-year-olds make much attempt to cover or keep contained. When, at the beginning of the week, I began to notice these symptoms in roughly half of my kids, I knew I was bound to catch it sooner or later. And catch it I did! Yesterday, I had a little bit of a sore throat. I really noticed it by the end of the day, but I figured it was just from talking alot that day. But within an hour after the kids left, I felt like I wanted to crawl under my desk and sleep for a year. By the time Open House started at 6:30, I was barely feeling functional. Came home and collapsed last night, only to get up at 5:15 this morning and head back in for another day. Now it's Friday night and my weekend plans include lots of sleep and being lazy....with a run to the pharmacy to pick up some NyQuil. *achoo!* ;-)
On a happier note, I received something of a surprise today. Yesterday, during the school day, I was trying to sneak back with my kids after a fire drill because I knew I had forgotten my lesson plan book. In reality, if the school was really burning down, I think that I would grab my emergency pack by the door (with my contacts list, roster, etc. in it), but I don't think I would think, "Ooh! I should grab my grade book! Those grades are important!" Not when I have to leave my purse and everything else behind. But okay, policy is policy and I'd forgotten mine so I wanted to sneak back in without the principal noticing. I'm on my way past him, and he reaches out and catches my elbow and says, "There's something for you in the ROAR tomorrow." The ROAR is our school newspaper and I had no idea what he was talking about, but again, he's the guy in charge, so I nodded and smiled and went on back in, glad he hadn't commented on my lack of a grade book....Then promptly forgot he had said anything until I got the e-version of the ROAR in my email in-box this afternoon. Remembering what he had said, I scanned the articles until I came to the "Praises" section at the end. There, in the Praises, was a praise for me, congratulating me on an "outstanding beginning." Now, I came from a school last year where praise was almost non-existent and when it WAS given, it was usually sandwiched between at least two "but you need to..." or "you need to focus on...." or "we're not meeting our goals in...." Sometimes, just simple praise, without the constructive (or unconstructive!) criticism is nice to hear. And it certainly made me feel proud of the work I'm doing. What a difference a year makes. I still hate getting up in the morning, but once at work, I look forward to the day with my kids. That's a feeling I was lacking last year.
It's Friday night. I'm doped up on Sudafed. I plan to spend the rest of the evening in the bed with a good book. Exciting? No. But I'm perfectly content with my plans for the evening. And even more content with the prospect of not having to hit an alarm tomorrow morning. Goodnight!
~mtb
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
Friday, September 16, 2005
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Maria--
ZiCam Cold relief will head off a cold at the pass. It's homeopathic and is a gel that's swabbed into the nose. It contains zinc gluconate and TOTALLY WORKS. Red and white box at any pharmacy. Try it at the first sign of a cold. You'll truly be amazed. I also used it last weekend to assist in my allergy reaction to my sister's cats. Awesome stuff.
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