Monday, April 16, 2012

Hitting the Reset Button...

I am restarting this blog in conjunction with  a 31 day reset program I am starting today. When I first read about this I became instantly intrigued. If there is nothing more I need in my life right now it is a reset button.  This school year has been overwhelming. On top of all that Hubby is going into new endeavors, my teenage brother is moving in with me, my stepdaughter is moving back home, I am in grad school, I work an extra job and needless to say...

Hell, a girl is just tired.

And to top all that off my I got 5 new students in 2 weeks! What the hell? The year is almost over. But what can you do? I will try my best to get everyone to grade level in these next 10 weeks. OK I will try my best to make these last ten weeks as enjoyable as possible.  Oh yeah, and then I need to get ready for summer school.

So since it has been a long time since I have written on my blog, I am gonna just give you a taste of what has been going on here.  After lunch the students have a bathroom break and then head outside for recess. Recess is as much of a break for me as it is for them.  During the bathroom break there is a lot of noise from the boy's room.  Two boys run out laughing:

Me:      What in the world is going on?
Boy 1:   They keep wanted to play with the wet frisbee.
Me:      What wet frisbee?
Boy2:    The one in the bathroom that ***** has.
Me:      Where did he get a frisbee?
Boy1:    Out the bathroom.

(At this very moment I ask God not to let me throw up all over these people children.
Thankfully he answered my prayers! Hall-ee-loo-jah!)

Now right here I am about to gag because as you know boys rooms are gross from gittyup. An elementary school boys room is a petri dish of death.

Turns out that this "frisbee" is the urinal cake. This child has taken out of the toilet.  I am about to barf.  I make all these little germ ridden children go back and wash their hands WITH soap and give them almost a bottle of hand sanitizer.  Who the hell would think to play with anything out of the toilet?

Of course I had to ask.  But trust me,  you don't want to know the answer.


I love my (germy) job!

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