Yesterday was frought with nervous energy. Everytime someone came to me with a request I almost melted into the wall, terrified of what they would say. Before the day had even started, our reading coordinator came to me and asked me to document every time I worked one on one with a child. They had found a loophole that gave the school an extra $150,000. We have to document like crazy, but it paid for six assistants salaries. It saved my job. I told her I would keep records until my fingers fell off if I could keep my job!
Later that afternoon, mom kept getting phone calls. They put off Granddaddy's surgery several times. They were going to have to work him in somewhere and he kept getting pushed further and further back. It worked out though because we were able to get there before he left for surgery and neither of us had to leave work early.
As I finished up getting kids on the bus and making sure everyone was safely on their way home, the reading coordinator came to me saying, "I'm sooo sorry that I have to tell you this with such short notice but..." Holy crap my heart leapt into my throat! "Can you be at a meeting Monday morning at the Central Office? You will be there from 8-3 training for us. Is that ok?" I almost kissed her! I just knew she was going to tell me that I couldn't come back! I assured her I would make the meeting.
Five minutes later, the principal herself hunted me down. "Mrs. Arian? I got a call from "the other elementary school" and they are having a meeting for parents on the 28th. They asked me if you could sign for them. Would you please go and do this for me?" While I silently kicked myself for not removing my name from the sign language interpretation contract already, I happily nodded yes and got a huge sigh of relief from my new boss. She assured me she would remind me and that she truly appreciated my willingness to help! Yay!
After dodging all of these bullets, I rushed back to Mom's room ready to head out. She was looking for these little scraps of paper. The frustration was almost too much! I hunted and dug for several minutes, dancing around at the thought that they could take Granddaddy back any second and I wouldn't be able to at least give him a hug. Finally she gave up and we headed off. Once there we went up to the 6th floor. My uncle was hanging around outside the elevators and Mom just had to stop and chit chat. There were some friends from church in the room with him he said. I didn't really care. I wanted to see him.
Finally, we walked in to his room. Room 665! Cut that close huh? Just as we walked in, the nurses rushed through to take him to surgery. I was heartbroken. Mom pushed everyone out of the room, but I slipped into a corner. I waved at him over the crowd of nurses, monitors, bags, and such. They were taking out his teeth and hearing aids, and getting him ready. He finally saw me and smiled real big as he waved back. I felt better knowing he just knew I was there, so I slipped out into the hallway. They wheeled him out and he waved and said "Bye, Bye" to each one of us. I tried so hard to hold it together. As I walked in there was my grandmother sobbing and saying "If it's time it's time I guess. We can't stop it now." I fought so hard to keep from falling apart. I had to be strong. I managed with only a couple of tears (I can't bear to cry in front of people). We set up camp in his room and waited.
The doctor came in and told us he was doing fine but that they would keep him in ICU just to make sure things stayed ok that night. Mom pushed everyone out including my grandmother. That frustrated me. My grandmother should have been there. She went on home though.
Mom called me late last night and said they got to see him for about an hour and a half last night. They said he was up talking and laughing. They still won't let him eat or drink, but he was in good spirits. When he first came to, the nurses said he kept asking them if they were real and where he was. I truly think he didn't expect to make it through the surgery. When Mom and my aunt went in to see him he told them, "I guess I should listen to you all more. You always did say I was a tough old bird and a farm isn't a farm without its rooster right?" That's my granddad!
They are worried about pneumonia right now because he will be laying down so much. He should be able to leave the hospital on Monday. He will be moved to a nursing home for physical therapy until he can get up and go to the bathroom alone and then they will let him come back home. The doctor told us realistically to plan for about three or four months. He has a rod that goes from his hip almost down to his knee. He's gonna be ok though.
Something interesting I learned though. Everything always happens on the 13th for him. He was enlisted in the army on the 13th, discharged on the 13th. His aneurysm ruptured on the 13th and he fell on the 13th. There were several other things like that, but I couldn't remember them all. He's decided he just doesn't like that number!
Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers! I am so thankful that we have slipped under the wire just a bit longer with him! I'm going to go call my mom and see how he is today.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Balance
The school year has started out wonderfully. I have worried about so many things that changed this year. There is a new principal, a new superintendent, a new schedule, and new children. Last year was an absolute nightmare in every single way. The principal, super, schedules, and children made going to work a chore. This year, I love it! I love my schedule. I got to work with all the teachers I loved and my schedule flows well enough that I'm not overwhelmed at the end of the day. My mom is happier than I have ever seen. She has a great class and loves the changes in administration. She feels like she is able to teach effectively again and this in turn makes me happy too. I think of my mom as my best friend and I am fortunate enough to be able to work right there with her. When she struggles it breaks my heart and I struggle alongside her. This year, we found ourselves so relieved and happy with the outlook ahead.
In life there is always a precious balance. I knew this. As talk of the budget crisis in our county hit the grapevine I headed home with knots in my stomach. I was petrified yesterday when they mentioned having to let go of some assistants and such. I just knew the shoe would drop soon. I almost relaxed after hearing that our superintendent had dropped in and told my mom directly that he would not consider letting any personnel go unless they just had no other option. Still, I could not shake the gut clenching fear.
All day I have walked around, haunted with dread at any moment. Things were just going too good. I made it home and started a new project, enjoying hubby's company while I worked. Then the scales balanced themselves and the phone rang. My mom called me to say that she was in the emergency room with my grandfather waiting for them to transport him to the hospital one county over. He has broken his hip. I am so scared. All I could do was cry.
You see, my grandfather is a miracle. Really. He has been a farmer and carpenter his entire life. One day he went down to the fields to feed the cows and he passed out. He came too and managed to drive back to the house. He went in and layed out across the bed saying he felt weird. By the time he had been transported to the big hospital, they could get no pulse or heartbeat. They just looked at us with those eyes. An abdominal aneurysm had ruptured. It was very rare to survive one like he had. My grandfather beat the odds. The only lasting effect for a long time was the loss of control he had in his right leg. In fact the leg issues were from spending so much time bed ridden and not really a direct result of the aneurysm. He now has some major issues with his blood and he has a bad valve that can't be repaired. He would never make it through surgery.
My family cherishes every second with my grandfather. We have been able to spend ten precious miraculous years with him. We all feel that we were given such an amazing chance to be with him for a bit longer. It is as if God reached down and said, "I can see you all aren't ready. I will give you just a little while longer." We all wait silently, never daring to talk about it. It hangs over us haunting and threatening to crumble our happiness.
I don't know if my grandfather knows how much I love him. I hope he does. He has always had such a special place in my heart. I love my other family members more than anything, but he has always been so amazing to me. I've never really admitted to having an earthly hero, but I guess he is one of them for me. We share so many loves and I can connect with him. We "get" each other. Our love for reading keeps us close and although I can't visit often, I hold tight to those precious hugs and smiles. His laugh makes my soul light up.
I know that breaking a hip is a horrific thing for someone 70 years plus. I know that someone with his health and physical problems is another strike against us. I'm pretty sure he won't walk again and I can't imagine how it will affect him mentally. He is a silent man, never telling us that something is wrong until he just can't take it anymore. He loves being outside and misses working in his shop so much already. I know that life expectancy drops dramatically after a broken hip.
I'm so scared. I'm not ready. I haven't been able to visit enough times. I haven't read all the books he wanted me to. I can never remember all those questions that come to me in the middle of the night as I drift off to sleep. They are questions only he can answer - questions about my past and his. Hubby tells me that this is only a broken hip, but we have already snuck under the wire with him so many times. I don't think we can run or hide many more times.
If you have stories of loved ones that have broken hips, please tell me. Give me any peace of mind at all. If you are the type that prays, pray for him please. I can't bear him being in pain after all he's been through, and I want so much for him to defy the odds one more time to be with us as long as possible.
In life there is always a precious balance. I knew this. As talk of the budget crisis in our county hit the grapevine I headed home with knots in my stomach. I was petrified yesterday when they mentioned having to let go of some assistants and such. I just knew the shoe would drop soon. I almost relaxed after hearing that our superintendent had dropped in and told my mom directly that he would not consider letting any personnel go unless they just had no other option. Still, I could not shake the gut clenching fear.
All day I have walked around, haunted with dread at any moment. Things were just going too good. I made it home and started a new project, enjoying hubby's company while I worked. Then the scales balanced themselves and the phone rang. My mom called me to say that she was in the emergency room with my grandfather waiting for them to transport him to the hospital one county over. He has broken his hip. I am so scared. All I could do was cry.
You see, my grandfather is a miracle. Really. He has been a farmer and carpenter his entire life. One day he went down to the fields to feed the cows and he passed out. He came too and managed to drive back to the house. He went in and layed out across the bed saying he felt weird. By the time he had been transported to the big hospital, they could get no pulse or heartbeat. They just looked at us with those eyes. An abdominal aneurysm had ruptured. It was very rare to survive one like he had. My grandfather beat the odds. The only lasting effect for a long time was the loss of control he had in his right leg. In fact the leg issues were from spending so much time bed ridden and not really a direct result of the aneurysm. He now has some major issues with his blood and he has a bad valve that can't be repaired. He would never make it through surgery.
My family cherishes every second with my grandfather. We have been able to spend ten precious miraculous years with him. We all feel that we were given such an amazing chance to be with him for a bit longer. It is as if God reached down and said, "I can see you all aren't ready. I will give you just a little while longer." We all wait silently, never daring to talk about it. It hangs over us haunting and threatening to crumble our happiness.
I don't know if my grandfather knows how much I love him. I hope he does. He has always had such a special place in my heart. I love my other family members more than anything, but he has always been so amazing to me. I've never really admitted to having an earthly hero, but I guess he is one of them for me. We share so many loves and I can connect with him. We "get" each other. Our love for reading keeps us close and although I can't visit often, I hold tight to those precious hugs and smiles. His laugh makes my soul light up.
I know that breaking a hip is a horrific thing for someone 70 years plus. I know that someone with his health and physical problems is another strike against us. I'm pretty sure he won't walk again and I can't imagine how it will affect him mentally. He is a silent man, never telling us that something is wrong until he just can't take it anymore. He loves being outside and misses working in his shop so much already. I know that life expectancy drops dramatically after a broken hip.
I'm so scared. I'm not ready. I haven't been able to visit enough times. I haven't read all the books he wanted me to. I can never remember all those questions that come to me in the middle of the night as I drift off to sleep. They are questions only he can answer - questions about my past and his. Hubby tells me that this is only a broken hip, but we have already snuck under the wire with him so many times. I don't think we can run or hide many more times.
If you have stories of loved ones that have broken hips, please tell me. Give me any peace of mind at all. If you are the type that prays, pray for him please. I can't bear him being in pain after all he's been through, and I want so much for him to defy the odds one more time to be with us as long as possible.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Tag!
As promised... my tag....
Rules: Answer each question with one word and tag four others to play.
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your significant other? Hubby
3. Your hair? brunette
4. Your mother? sigh5. Your father? eccentric
6. Your favorite thing? a rainbow on a bad day
7. Your dream last night? no clue
8. Your favorite drink? The Dr. P.
9. Your dream/goal? Two pink lines
10. The room you're in? bedroom
11. Your hobby? crocheting
12. Your fear? Never hearing the word "mommy"
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? kindergarten
14. What you're not? patient
15. Muffins? Strawberry
16. One of your wish list items? Joy
17. Where you grew up? Southern small town
18. The last thing you did? cried
19. What are you wearing? PJ's
20. Favorite Gadget? My computer (My blue microwave came in a close second!)
21. Your pet? Parker and Zina
22. Your computer? Dell
23. Your mood? melancholy
24. Missing someone? myself
25. Your car? Whoever's driving!
26. Something you are not wearing? Bra
27. Favorite Store? Hobby Lobby!
28. Like someone? I like most everyone.
29. Your favorite color? Any shade of green!
30. When is the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Ten minutes ago.
I tag...ummm....Emily, Brown eyed girl, Mel, Barb
Rules: Answer each question with one word and tag four others to play.
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your significant other? Hubby
3. Your hair? brunette
4. Your mother? sigh5. Your father? eccentric
6. Your favorite thing? a rainbow on a bad day
7. Your dream last night? no clue
8. Your favorite drink? The Dr. P.
9. Your dream/goal? Two pink lines
10. The room you're in? bedroom
11. Your hobby? crocheting
12. Your fear? Never hearing the word "mommy"
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? kindergarten
14. What you're not? patient
15. Muffins? Strawberry
16. One of your wish list items? Joy
17. Where you grew up? Southern small town
18. The last thing you did? cried
19. What are you wearing? PJ's
20. Favorite Gadget? My computer (My blue microwave came in a close second!)
21. Your pet? Parker and Zina
22. Your computer? Dell
23. Your mood? melancholy
24. Missing someone? myself
25. Your car? Whoever's driving!
26. Something you are not wearing? Bra
27. Favorite Store? Hobby Lobby!
28. Like someone? I like most everyone.
29. Your favorite color? Any shade of green!
30. When is the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Ten minutes ago.
I tag...ummm....Emily, Brown eyed girl, Mel, Barb
Monday, August 11, 2008
In the back of the pack
The first couple of weeks at school are so friggin hard!
I am so sorry I've been lax with my posting. I swear once things get back in a routine I will be better. My entire world has changed in the last three days and I just have to juggle counter-clockwise for a while I guess. I thought I would play catch up with this post and try to make my way towards the center of the pack again. I hate feeling like I am the lone pony trotting in the back.
1. Ok first off.... I won! And so did Alicia! I am so excited for her and I am so glad I could share my secret shoes with her!
If you haven't figured it out yet from this post and those shoes, I am a huge fan of The Wizard of Oz! I love all things Oz! I even have a cat named Oz (Three dogs one cat, he was the guy that hid behind the curtains and ran the show. I figured that was a perfect name!)! I will have to remember one show and tell day to share with you all my fabulous pictures and such! I have some really neat Oz things!
2.Hubby got a job. Yay. Big stress gone. I feel a lot better, and thankfully it happened quickly enough that although it will be a bit painful for a week or two, it won't be devastating or result in the use of candles and a battery operated AM/FM radio for entertainment. It isn't the world's most glamorous job, but it pays well and should actually make us more comfortable than we have been in a while. He seems to love the people he works with too so it can't be that bad.
It is third shift but hubby does so great on third shift! I, do not. I have a hard time sleeping on a different schedule from him, and the extra time apart (even though normally we would be sleeping through most of it) makes him a bit more clingy. I don't handle clingy well. I am one of those individuals that require a bit of personal space and me time. I spend so much time inside my head (I'm a thinker I guess you could say) and I worry about all those tiny details no one ever remembers. I get flustered when I feel crowded or cluttered. It's no big deal really. I just need to adjust. I will have more in my head time while he is at work, it's just that I have to get used to using that time wisely and preparing for our together time. The first week of school is not an easy time for such feats!
3. I was tagged. I am slow getting it up here but I will follow up with my tag post tomorrow!
4. I have been crocheting like no one's business! I have lots of cool new projects that are finished and more to come! I am so excited to finally have a stash of neato Made by Arian pieces!
5. AF! Need I say more? Well ok, if you insist. Totally caught me off guard last night in the middle of a movie. There was no gush or usual squishy feelings. I didn't even get that "sense" that it was gonna happen like normal. I apologize if this offends, but I know we all get an itch at times. I tried to relieve the itch and I was all omg! My new couch! Thankfully, I caught it in time and there was no scrubbing of the sofa. It is still one of those come and go things though. I think I'm calling in for Provera. Grrr.
6. We have a new principal. I love her to death. She is supportive and fair. She is great with the kids and so upbeat. Her smile is contagious and when she fusses at the kids she does it in a way that leaves them feeling ok at the end but yet she remains very effective. There have been some power struggles and there are several new rules to get used to but I think it is going to be a great year - if I can make it through these first weeks!
7. I met a kid today that called himself boogerhead (pronounced budderhed). I had to document this meeting! I never want to forget such an impressive introduction from a five year old!
8. With school comes a change in sleep and also a change in routine. This always, always means that I get messed up taking my metformin! Always! I just can't remember. I need help! Any suggestions would be welcome!
9. I haven't had any migraines all summer. Well none that are noteworthy or close together in frequency. A couple of weeks before school started I went with mom on occasion to get her room ready and to help "my" teachers. Now I'm in the school every day. During this time I have noticed my migraines becoming a more frequent thing. I'm wondering if perhaps the lights in the school or something like that could be triggering them to come more frequently. Any thoughts?
10. I have to have 10. I just do. Nice rounded out list in my opinion. What to put here? Hmmm...
My hands smell like fish! Omg I can't believe I didn't type this already. It has freaked me out all day! One of the teachers wanted me to sponge paint letters with her kids today. I go in to help her twice each day, and the first time I kept forcing myself not to get sick. I could not figure out where that fishy smell was coming from.
There are only two things that can make me puke just by the mere sniff of it. Soured milk and fishy. I love fishing and the ocean. I don't mind eating fish on a rare occasion as long as it has been caught that day, but the smell of fish after the fact makes me gag!
The second time I went into her room I was supposed to paint and she had these styrofoam thingies that they put meat in at the grocery. Aha! As I poured the red tempera into the blue container I could almost see the stinch rush towards me, trying to suffocate me. It was horrible! I had to continue to paint in said container for over an hour! I almost didn't make it! To make matters worse... I had tuna salad for lunch! AGH! Needless to say, I didn't eat much lunch. I can not get the smell off. I don't know what I am going to do! I can't stand myself!
I hope you made it all the way to ten! I almost didn't! I am very sleepy. I hope I can get this new schedule worked out soon! I have lots of things floating around that I can't wait to tell you about! Until then...
I am so sorry I've been lax with my posting. I swear once things get back in a routine I will be better. My entire world has changed in the last three days and I just have to juggle counter-clockwise for a while I guess. I thought I would play catch up with this post and try to make my way towards the center of the pack again. I hate feeling like I am the lone pony trotting in the back.
1. Ok first off.... I won! And so did Alicia! I am so excited for her and I am so glad I could share my secret shoes with her!
If you haven't figured it out yet from this post and those shoes, I am a huge fan of The Wizard of Oz! I love all things Oz! I even have a cat named Oz (Three dogs one cat, he was the guy that hid behind the curtains and ran the show. I figured that was a perfect name!)! I will have to remember one show and tell day to share with you all my fabulous pictures and such! I have some really neat Oz things!
2.Hubby got a job. Yay. Big stress gone. I feel a lot better, and thankfully it happened quickly enough that although it will be a bit painful for a week or two, it won't be devastating or result in the use of candles and a battery operated AM/FM radio for entertainment. It isn't the world's most glamorous job, but it pays well and should actually make us more comfortable than we have been in a while. He seems to love the people he works with too so it can't be that bad.
It is third shift but hubby does so great on third shift! I, do not. I have a hard time sleeping on a different schedule from him, and the extra time apart (even though normally we would be sleeping through most of it) makes him a bit more clingy. I don't handle clingy well. I am one of those individuals that require a bit of personal space and me time. I spend so much time inside my head (I'm a thinker I guess you could say) and I worry about all those tiny details no one ever remembers. I get flustered when I feel crowded or cluttered. It's no big deal really. I just need to adjust. I will have more in my head time while he is at work, it's just that I have to get used to using that time wisely and preparing for our together time. The first week of school is not an easy time for such feats!
3. I was tagged. I am slow getting it up here but I will follow up with my tag post tomorrow!
4. I have been crocheting like no one's business! I have lots of cool new projects that are finished and more to come! I am so excited to finally have a stash of neato Made by Arian pieces!
5. AF! Need I say more? Well ok, if you insist. Totally caught me off guard last night in the middle of a movie. There was no gush or usual squishy feelings. I didn't even get that "sense" that it was gonna happen like normal. I apologize if this offends, but I know we all get an itch at times. I tried to relieve the itch and I was all omg! My new couch! Thankfully, I caught it in time and there was no scrubbing of the sofa. It is still one of those come and go things though. I think I'm calling in for Provera. Grrr.
6. We have a new principal. I love her to death. She is supportive and fair. She is great with the kids and so upbeat. Her smile is contagious and when she fusses at the kids she does it in a way that leaves them feeling ok at the end but yet she remains very effective. There have been some power struggles and there are several new rules to get used to but I think it is going to be a great year - if I can make it through these first weeks!
7. I met a kid today that called himself boogerhead (pronounced budderhed). I had to document this meeting! I never want to forget such an impressive introduction from a five year old!
8. With school comes a change in sleep and also a change in routine. This always, always means that I get messed up taking my metformin! Always! I just can't remember. I need help! Any suggestions would be welcome!
9. I haven't had any migraines all summer. Well none that are noteworthy or close together in frequency. A couple of weeks before school started I went with mom on occasion to get her room ready and to help "my" teachers. Now I'm in the school every day. During this time I have noticed my migraines becoming a more frequent thing. I'm wondering if perhaps the lights in the school or something like that could be triggering them to come more frequently. Any thoughts?
10. I have to have 10. I just do. Nice rounded out list in my opinion. What to put here? Hmmm...
My hands smell like fish! Omg I can't believe I didn't type this already. It has freaked me out all day! One of the teachers wanted me to sponge paint letters with her kids today. I go in to help her twice each day, and the first time I kept forcing myself not to get sick. I could not figure out where that fishy smell was coming from.
There are only two things that can make me puke just by the mere sniff of it. Soured milk and fishy. I love fishing and the ocean. I don't mind eating fish on a rare occasion as long as it has been caught that day, but the smell of fish after the fact makes me gag!
The second time I went into her room I was supposed to paint and she had these styrofoam thingies that they put meat in at the grocery. Aha! As I poured the red tempera into the blue container I could almost see the stinch rush towards me, trying to suffocate me. It was horrible! I had to continue to paint in said container for over an hour! I almost didn't make it! To make matters worse... I had tuna salad for lunch! AGH! Needless to say, I didn't eat much lunch. I can not get the smell off. I don't know what I am going to do! I can't stand myself!
I hope you made it all the way to ten! I almost didn't! I am very sleepy. I hope I can get this new schedule worked out soon! I have lots of things floating around that I can't wait to tell you about! Until then...
Friday, August 8, 2008
I will miss you Rocky
Some of you will remember Rocky. He was an amazing, inspiring little guy. I'm usually not one to get that attached to my aquatic babies. I know their lives aren't very long and they have so many things that can happen to them. Rocky was a different story though. From the moment he was introduced into the tank, he had to fight. He kept fighting for weeks, beating the odds and surviving terrible injuries. He came into our lives just as we decided to start trying again and he brought me hope.
Rocky died yesterday.
I feel sort of silly getting worked up over a little fish but seriously, you should have seen this guy! Every single day we looked to see if he was still going and every day he would welcome us with gutsy little swishes of his upside down tail, daring anyone to mess with him. He managed to find ways to eat and perservere despite the problems he had.
I noticed him acting a bit sluggish a few days ago and realized he must be getting tired. I felt like it was nearing time for him to go. It was better that way. He fought so hard for such a long time but his fins were too damaged and they never truly grew back in. He also developed a problem with his air bladder and would never have been able to swim right side up or go very far below the surface. I'm glad he isn't hurting anymore, but I miss the little fella. I truly do.
It is so amazing that God puts us in the path of the smallest creatures sometimes to teach us things. Rocky reminded me that I needed to fight my fight every single day. He gave me something to hope for and look forward to each morning as I walked in to see him swimming around. I was so proud of him and I believed in him. As he continued to thrive the hope was contagious and I started to once again feel the fight come back. I believed in our cause and found the strength to try again.
Rocky will be missed and I will forever tell people about the little miracle with fins that I was blessed to know. I hope that I can remember the defiance he showed and his will to make it through when things looked their bleakest.
Thank you Rocky.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Start of a new year...
So I got up this morning with only a few hours sleep and trudged off grudgingly to school. I felt like I was five years old again! I got there, helped shuffle people to the right classrooms, got my skeleton schedule, wrote my full schedule, and made it to 9:30. I thought I would never make it! We had a meeting with the principal at about 9:45 in which she griped to us about the new principal rules set in place by our new superintendent that insisted she be there on time by 7 am each morning. She then rushed us through some beginning of school issues and told us she had a meeting at the "board" at 10:30. The teachers gave a head count and we proceeded back to my mom's room to plan the first full day....
Mom and I left the school around one o'clock and had high hopes for canning twenty something quarts of tomato juice. It didn't happen. I have a horribly sore spot on the inside of my cheek where I have apparently bitten or cut it and it has gotten infected. I felt horrible all day and managed to get one load of laundry going before I passed out for two hours on her couch. Ugh! I hate unproductive days!
I woke up around 4 o'clock with my mom running through the house going "Oh My! No Way! You have Got to be kidding!" Apparently at that 10:30 meeting it was decided that our principal would no longer be our principal. She is now principal at another elementary school in our town. The assistant principal for the high school is coming over to us. There were a ton of changes made today in our sysstem. I think it is all for the better. We had a horrible tyrant of a superintendent that made teachers' and assistants' lives a nightmare for seven years. The new guy is coming in like a lion and changing some much needed things. I am excited and hopeful for a new year!
Hopefully the changes to our school won't be the only good and exciting part of my year....
Mom and I left the school around one o'clock and had high hopes for canning twenty something quarts of tomato juice. It didn't happen. I have a horribly sore spot on the inside of my cheek where I have apparently bitten or cut it and it has gotten infected. I felt horrible all day and managed to get one load of laundry going before I passed out for two hours on her couch. Ugh! I hate unproductive days!
I woke up around 4 o'clock with my mom running through the house going "Oh My! No Way! You have Got to be kidding!" Apparently at that 10:30 meeting it was decided that our principal would no longer be our principal. She is now principal at another elementary school in our town. The assistant principal for the high school is coming over to us. There were a ton of changes made today in our sysstem. I think it is all for the better. We had a horrible tyrant of a superintendent that made teachers' and assistants' lives a nightmare for seven years. The new guy is coming in like a lion and changing some much needed things. I am excited and hopeful for a new year!
Hopefully the changes to our school won't be the only good and exciting part of my year....
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Bad Timing
Life is so frustrating! If anyone "up there" is reading, gimme a break! I mean seriously! Every single time we get our groove going again and jump on the wagon to try try again, life kicks us down. I'm almost at a point of just giving up.
AF is still missing. My cycles just don't want to do what they should. I was going to call this past Monday to get doc to sign off on some Provera and round 2 of Clomid but life threw a curve ball. Hubby is looking for another job right now. I guess it would be horribly irresponsible of me to keep us going when hubby is without a job. I'm beyond frustrated! Why can't things just go the right way for once?
On top of all this frustration, school starts Tuesday, so life is hectic. I have been helping Mom and all the other kindergarten teachers ready their rooms. I don't get paid for this, but how can you say no to your mom's plea for help? I will officially start back when the kids do on Tuesday though. This means that I really need to get my house back together and bunker down for the long year!
The summer is so nice because I am at home and have enough spare time to allow things to relax a bit with organization and planning meals and such. Won't be the case when I'm back at work. Darn! I'm hoping my meal planning will stay on target and I can keep preparing ahead. It won't be too bad either way.
I want to apologize in advance. The first couple of weeks at school are really hectic and it takes a while for them to get my schedule situated and plan which teachers get what as far as assistance and reading time. I usually come home in the afternoons exhausted with my head spinning from all the schedules and plans and such. Posting is one of the last things on my list of priorities for a bit and may end up being a bit spotty. I hope not, but if it does, I apologize. It will only be temporary. I promise!
I'm bummed that summer is coming to an end. Soon the pool will close and cold weather will loom in the horizon. I dread the short days! I can't wait for football though! Hopefully hubby will be back on track in the next day or so and I can focus my stress and attention on the AP poll for the fall!
Hubby has an iterview on Tuesday. Any prayers, thoughts, crossed fingers and toes, would be greatly appreciated! If he can get this job on Tuesday, we won't feel a pinch very much at all. If he doesn't get it, things are going to hurt very bad very quickly!
AF is still missing. My cycles just don't want to do what they should. I was going to call this past Monday to get doc to sign off on some Provera and round 2 of Clomid but life threw a curve ball. Hubby is looking for another job right now. I guess it would be horribly irresponsible of me to keep us going when hubby is without a job. I'm beyond frustrated! Why can't things just go the right way for once?
On top of all this frustration, school starts Tuesday, so life is hectic. I have been helping Mom and all the other kindergarten teachers ready their rooms. I don't get paid for this, but how can you say no to your mom's plea for help? I will officially start back when the kids do on Tuesday though. This means that I really need to get my house back together and bunker down for the long year!
The summer is so nice because I am at home and have enough spare time to allow things to relax a bit with organization and planning meals and such. Won't be the case when I'm back at work. Darn! I'm hoping my meal planning will stay on target and I can keep preparing ahead. It won't be too bad either way.
I want to apologize in advance. The first couple of weeks at school are really hectic and it takes a while for them to get my schedule situated and plan which teachers get what as far as assistance and reading time. I usually come home in the afternoons exhausted with my head spinning from all the schedules and plans and such. Posting is one of the last things on my list of priorities for a bit and may end up being a bit spotty. I hope not, but if it does, I apologize. It will only be temporary. I promise!
I'm bummed that summer is coming to an end. Soon the pool will close and cold weather will loom in the horizon. I dread the short days! I can't wait for football though! Hopefully hubby will be back on track in the next day or so and I can focus my stress and attention on the AP poll for the fall!
Hubby has an iterview on Tuesday. Any prayers, thoughts, crossed fingers and toes, would be greatly appreciated! If he can get this job on Tuesday, we won't feel a pinch very much at all. If he doesn't get it, things are going to hurt very bad very quickly!
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