Monday After Next...

I will be on vacation and will not have to deal with the foolishness that goes on here.

So this morning I am at work in my cute shoes and the only thing i can think is that I want to be here for the required 7.33 hours and them go home and take myself to bed.  First up today is a mother who is angry that her child is not getting breakfast this morning.  Mind you breakfast starts around 7:50 and goes until 8:20. I pick up my kids at 8:30 on PURPOSE because I know that you will come running in here at 8:20 in your satin bonnet and Tweety pajama pants with the expectation that your child should sit and have a leisurely breakfast while I wait patiently.

"My baby need to eat."

I wonder just how much does baby need to eat because you should have a house full of Honey Nut Cheerios and Juicy Juice from that WIC check.

But I digress.

So we finally make it back to class and get teh lesson started (at 8:45 because I had to wait on my brunch baby). At 9:30 someone is at the door SCREAMING. It is constantly late child with her constantly later brothers and sisters.  Let's run through this family.

• Two kids are in 5th
• Two are in first
• There is a child in each grade that we have here
• There is one child in Pre-K
• There is one at home
• Mom is pregnant

There are approximately 7 daddies on file.  Anyway this chick is screaming in the hallway and her brother and sister are telling her to "get her behind in the classroom". She is screaming like there is someone stabbing her. And since that is quite possible here, I decided that I would wait at my desk for a minute to see if she would stop. 

The brother decides he has had enough, grabs her by both arms and slings her into the room. This does not stop the hollering.  So then this kid does the best fall, turn and crawl I have ever seen...kinda like when you are trying to kill one of those quick roaches and it flips itself over and crawls under the refrigerator.  Now I am in the hall trying to catch screaming ninja roach in my 4 inch Ralph Lauren heels and skirt.

The other teachers are now in the hall enjoying the show.

One finally says what can I do to help you.

My reply: "Gin, tonic, and a slice of lime will help"

I finally get this kid to stop screaming but she is not refusing to come to class. She is sitting in the hall.

As of the last line I just typed, she is now screaming again. I am loosing my patience. I am not going to make it as  "Text Book" teacher much longer.

Sigh...I have to go now.  Keep me in prayer.

 Yeah...as hard as it is sometimes...I love my job!