Hugs Tiem

Bad! Bad dream! No cookies!

I just woke up from a nightmare, and there is no way I am getting back to sleep. What do teachers dream about? School, of course!

Disclaimer: This is a dream. This is only a dream. If any of these events happen in reality, I -will- curl up in a ball and cry for hours on end and hide under my blanket. Thank you.

In my classroom with 2nd grade, having instrument centers. Loud, but highly organized. Going very well, all kids working nicely. Two girls come in from other class, are trying to tell me about a child in my class. I can’t hear them well, and surely they aren’t saying what I think they’re saying. Take the girls in the hall, and yes, they are saying. It takes a lot of hemming and hawing, but they’re accusing one of the boys in my classroom of having a gun at school. I ask if they’ve seen it, just to clarify. More hemming and hawing. The answer turns out to be ‘no’, and the girls have made up the story. They got the idea from the shirt one of the girls was wearing, which I can still see clearly. It was an oversized white polo, and the front was in four sections. In each of the sections was a black, sketch-like picture of one of the Winnie-the-Pooh characters contemplating suicide in some manner or another. I only clearly remember one panel, in which Christopher Robin is sitting on the edge of a bed holding a gun and looking down at it thoughtfully. This is from where the girls had gotten the idea, and they had been lying about the boy. While I’m finding this out, my administration is staring down at me disapprovingly, and then leaves me multiple large chart tablets filled with criticism and ‘ways to improve’ before they stalk off, shaking their heads in disappointment. Next, I go back into my classroom…what had been order is now chaos. My class has gotten into my games, and now every inch of my floor is covered in mismatched puzzle pieces, including behind my desk and risers. All of my children are making as much noise as humanly possible, and several are screaming at the top of their lungs, sounds worthy of a horror film. I manage to get several of them to start cleaning up puzzle pieces, then notice in the corner of my room is a small animal cage. In the cage, what looks like a purple ferret with a green mohawk is running in a hamster wheel. The cage door is open, and two small frogs are hopping about just outside of it. I have no idea why there are animals in my room…I don’t have any classroom pets in reality, nor did I in my dream. The kids get most of the puzzle pieces picked up and distributed into the right bags (I actually label the back of puzzle pieces with a symbol to know what piece goes to what puzzle). Still, I’ve got two or three kids who will not stop screaming! This is when I woke up. I am still shaking.
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True spirit of giving

So one of my second grade classes found out I'm having surgery. I've really played it up as very minor, and that the best part is I get to stay home and be lazy for two weeks! In response to this, one boy offered ever so sincerely, "Do you want to borrow my Wii while you're sick, Mrs. Fuzzy?" I melted, bigtime. Awwww! Of course, I declined, and assured him we did indeed already have a Wii. To which another little boy piped up, "You can borrow my Playstation, then!"

Kids are awesome. :)
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Or something like that. I'm not sure what it'll sound like, and thankfully, I won't be awake to hear it. Yes, folks, I am officially going to be the proud recipient of a hysterectomy! But wait! That's not all! For just...Oh, wait. Yeah, that's all. ;) Come November, I get to go in and let them root around a bit and remove my fibroid-infused baby-making bits which I do not need, leaving the bits that actually are currently helpful. I should be down and out for about two weeks, then back to normal. I'm not terribly sure how I feel about it. I suspect some of my current lightheartedness is whistling in the dark, and that further less fun-happy emotions are in store, but I'll let it all happen as it does. The doctor today was utterly spectacular, and spent at least a full 1/2 hour discussing options and implications with me. Thankfully, at my age, childbearing is no longer a big deal, and she didn't even try to suggest I might change my mind. Plus she'll be doing the surgery herself, which is also comforting.

In happier news, I am now officially a member of the Austin Civic Chorus! I start singing with them next Monday night! WOOT!
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I just realized that I have not seen a single firefly all summer long. Has nonstop 100+ degrees every day scared them off?

I miss the fireflies. Little sparks of magic at dusk.
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Happy Mother's Day?

So most everyone knows I do not have children. I do not want children. Yes, I like kids. I wouldn't be a teacher if I didn't. I have a -brilliant- relationship with my own mother, and I love her dearly. I still don't want to be a mother myself, and physically I'm very close to being incapable of it. I am happy in my non-motherhood. I do not feel maternal. Nurturing? Compassionate? Yes. Maternal, no.

I got three mother's day cards today. Three. I appreciate them in the spirit they were given (just because my family loves me...they no longer expect kiddos), but I'm still laughing on the inside with lots of bemused headshaking. Granted, one of them was technically from my cats and dogs. One was a pretty one from my mother just for being her daughter. Another was from my grandmother, who still harbors hopes that I'll "change my mind".

Ironically, I did not get anyone cards. My brother and I cooked dinner for our Mom instead. I made potato salad and bought strawberries and chocolate pudding, and took all that over. My brother grilled steaks. My sister-in-law, who is very pregnant, cut up veggies. We had a wonderful dinner filled with lots of laughter, good food, warmth, hugs, and fun. I will never be able to buy a card that puts that feeling onto simple paper, and frankly I'm -rotten- about remembering to buy cards. So's my brother. We remember to cook and give hugs though, and somehow our family puts up with us. We had three very special mothers there tonight...our mom, our grandmother, and my sister-in-law. I am in awe of them and love them all dearly. I just don't aspire to join their ranks.

Can tomorrow be "Women Choosing Not To Add To The Population Day"? ;)