I Am The Den Mother of Homeroom Awesome
I was geeked to be spending this afternoon at the kids’ schools with my MIL, the Children’s Book Writer. However. Mother Nature was a bitch last night and brought in a hellish snowstorm that stranded MIL in 8 inches of new snow. Crappity crap. We’d made hurried plans yesterday with the teachers for an alternate date, so in two weeks we’ll try again.
My brain couldn’t wrap itself around the crush. I couldn’t handle a full day of work today. It’s been hellish enough. Worse than hellish. It’s kicked my ass every damn day so hard my ass is now concave. (Or convex from inside. Shuttup.)
So I ran away.
Yesterday afternoon I met with Boy-child’s teachers to help coordinate a Major Field Trip to Exciting Museum in May. They gave me sheets of data, packs of forms, scant information on Who Worked the Fair, and said…Go…Do.
Last night I planted myself in a pot of swivel chair in front of the glowing teat of Excel and typed up spreadsheets. I hunched over the dining room table filling in forms, checking and re-checking. Putting slices of post-it notes in forms to be altered. I was in my element, all anal and databased.
This morning, after MIL cancelled, and I was threatened with an entire day of Work I’d Rather Not Do, I ran away to Boy-child’s school. After meeting with the teachers, I finished the field trip packets…slowly, methodically, picking and poking and breaking staplers. The teachers were happy I was there…one of Boy-child’s teachers said, “Boy, I wish I’d known about you last fall, I could have used you!” Boy-child’s homeroom teacher, High Commander, said, “She’s a fixture here now!” Meaning, of course, that they knew all they had to do was ask, and I’d beg and bark to do something for their classes.
As I delivered the packets to the teachers, friends of Boy-child would pop their heads up and wave like maniacal puppets…”Hi Boy-child’s Mom!” And I would smile and wave back. The school secretary knows and loves me. The teachers want me. The kids are actually happy to see me.
Someone tell me WHY I thought being a teacher was a bad idea?
(kicking myself in my concave ass for that slip-up)