Today I am ditching work. Ahem...."taking a personal day." There are several reasons. One, my house is a dump and I really need to clean it (so I'm bloggin!); but really and truly, I need what is often referred to as a "mental health day." to try and get my feet back under me. Yesterday was a hard day. I didn't feel good (I'd had a stomach virus over the weekend), so my energy was low to begin with. My second hour saw it and they began circling... It really had that feeling about it. Like they were sizing me up for chinks in my armor. I felt very close to losing it. I don't really know what that means, but I know it would be bad.
“What’s with the beads Ms. B?”
“Well, they are Mardi Gras beads Joey.”
“So did you have to show your boobs?”
While in the back at the meeting table my three little thinkers sat plotting about an upcoming fight. Giving sharp retorts to my attempts to redirect. “ We weren’t talkin to you.”
ARGH! I have never wanted to call a group of kids assholes more in my life! I didn’t. I got control, and kept them late. That is what teachers do. Tomorrow when I go back, if they are still asholes then I’ll call their parents. For now, I’m going to go mop my kitchen floor and dance around my house.
