I’m supposed to link up with Blog Hoppin tonight about my Classroom Digs.
But I can’t.
For two reasons.
One being that I haven’t really taken pics of my room this year. Unless you count the infamous bear on the bulletin board that gave birth to all my students.
The other being that I have a Chair Catastrophe.
Here it is in a nutshell. I’m going to number it so you can keep up with the sequence of events.
1. This summer, I decided brown wood was out and white wood was IN for my classroom. This was after a teammate decided it first and then I promptly copied. I do not have an original bone in my body.
2. I bought white bookcases.
3. My hubby said he would paint my easel (which was dark wood) and my director’s chair (also dark wood). Everything would match and be fresh and new.
4. Hubs put the bookshelves together.
5. Hubs put the table top writing center together that I had to have. Even though Really Good Stuff sent me the wrong one. Yes. They sent me the right tubs for the wrong center. But I am making it work. And I haven’t called Really Good Stuff because who has the time? They even owe me money, but I’m just over it. OVER IT.
6. The hubs painted 10 stools. Four were in one color and six in another. Just because. I was in the mood and said so.
7. I used the drill (first time!) and took all the seats off the legs.
8. Hubs painted my easel.
9. Then he got over it.
10. He said, “Everything doesn’t have to be white.”
11. I said, “YES, it does. Get to painting, MISTER.”
12. He said, “Okkkkaaaaayyyy. But I don’t understand.”
13. He didn’t do what I would have done. I would have just painted right on top. But, oh no. He had to use paint stripper. And he had a bit of an accident. It spilled. And it ate through his blue latex gloves.
ATE THROUGH THEM. As in, they just disintegrated. He was wearing gloves and then he wasn’t. On. Off. It was a pretty cool magic trick.
He washed his hands and still had skin afterwards so it was all okay. But no more paint stripper. It’s not necessary. I grew up in the church and that’s what I was always told. Never strip.
14. We gave up.
15. I ordered a new white director’s chair from Pier One.
16. I STARTED SCHOOL WITHOUT A DIRECTOR’S CHAIR. I KNOW! I mean, I still don’t get how the kids know I am the Director.
17. I took a white chair from home and got a lime green cushion for the interim. I was not happy. I am not happy.
18. A week went by. No email from Pier One saying that my chair shipped. So I called them on Saturday. The guy says, “It hasn’t shipped.” I said, “No ship, Sherlock. When is it going to?” He said he had to check with the warehouse and he would call me back.
19. I waited for TWO WHOLE DAYS. No call. It was sad. I was sad.
20. I called Sherlock last night. “Where’s my chair? Huh? WHERE’S MY CHAIR?” I said. Sherlock said the warehouse never called him back and that if it doesn’t ship by Wednesday, they would cancel the order.
GASP! SHOCK! WHAT?! Pout. No chair? No chair.
21. I looked online and found a director’s chair at Target. OF COURSE TARGET HAS A DIRECTOR’S CHAIR. OF COURSE THEY DO. THEY’RE TARGET AND THEY SELL WONDERFUL THINGS FOR A DOLLAR, PLUS NUTELLA. Why did I even bother with FANCY PIER ONE WHICH SMELLS FUNNY WHEN YOU WALK IN THE DOOR AND NOTHING IS LESS THAN $50?
22. I told the hubby. He said, “No. Don’t order it. I will paint your chair tonight.”
23. I hugged and kissed him.
24. And then about an hour later, he came inside and said, “Order the chair.” It was a little grumpity. Apparently, painting a dark wood director’s chair white is not easy. It didn’t look that good.
So I went to check it out.
Annnnnnddddd, it didn’t look that good.
So I ordered the chair from Target.
25. And guess who I got an email from today?
No, silly, I didn’t get an email from the Nutella company telling me they were sending me a year’s supply.
No! I didn’t get an email from Silhouette saying I must have one of these amazing machines that I do not know how to work but feel the need to own one.
I got an email from Pier One and my chair shipped.
26. I have two white director’s chairs on their way.
And all of that is to say . . . I couldn’t take pics of my room when my carpet area doesn’t have a director’s chair yet.
I mean, I couldn’t.
That would be a catastrophe.