Well . . . this was a week.
It started out normally enough (unless you count the whole Secret Language Situation) and then it ended on inclement weather due to extreme heat and bad air quality due to fires.
I do not even want to talk to anyone living not where I am who is experiencing cooler temps, light rain, wind, and even snow. I click right out if I see it on Facebook or Instagram. I have to click out, otherwise, I will not like you anymore.
I would like to wear a scarf. And furry slippers. And sit by a fire. And pretend that I had been skiing all day. Yes please.
So here is how the whole week went down.
One morning this week, I asked the hubby if he had any money. I had nothing for lunch and was going to just get a school lunch. Which meant I could choose from either Cardboard Pizza or Pretend Chicken Nuggets. It was a nail biter, let me tell you.
He didn’t have any money and I told him it was no big deal . . . I could gather some loose change together. And then I went to get in the shower.
When I came downstairs, all of this was on the counter: A Nonfat Salted Caramel White Mocha, $20 cash, and a snack pack that he knows I like that comes with turkey, cheese, pretzels thins, carrots and grapes.
He is a keeper! Even when he doesn’t put his cereal bowl into the dishwasher and, instead, just puts it right on top of the counter that the dishwasher sits under. And, even when he puts an empty wrapper or empty box or empty anything on top of the counter that the trash can sits under.
A KEEPER, I tell you.
I put this on Instagram.
I am STILL cracking up about this picture. I mean, it might as well be 1977 or something.
I even asked the photographer if it was just going to be a headshot and she said yes. And now I can’t remember if she told me to put my thumbs in my pockets or if this is just something that I naturally do. And, if so, why? WHY WOULD I JUST STAND THERE WITH MY THUMBS IN MY POCKETS?
I feel like the only thing I’m missing is BIG HAIR. And maybe a sibling or two.
The pictures that were in my package did include a regular head shot, but this outside in the fall in front of my pretend house shot made me laugh and laugh and laugh. So now here it is so that you can laugh, too!
There is even a picture with a background that looks like I am sitting among bubbles or something. Maybe that particular one will just pop up in the middle of a future post without any warning . . .
This picture isn’t doing it any justice, but the corners of all of these papers were CHEWED ON by Miss Murphie.
They were also wet.
And folded over.
I was in shock.
Murphie never gets in trouble. Well, hardly at all, anyway. When I print stuff, I always get it out of the printer and then put the stack on the carpet at the top of the stairs. I mean, the top of the stairs is my office space until my real office become a reality. And, if I leave the papers in the printer with the armoire doors closed, I will leave my house without all of the stuff I need.
I have left countless stacks of papers at the top of the stairs until I’m ready to take them down. I do it ALL THE TIME.
And Murphie has never ever bothered them.
Well, I had to discipline her. I had to. Which means I started to reprimand her, she ducked her head as if she was ashamed, and then we had a cuddle.
I am Mrs. No Nonsense, you know.
I have to explain this next picture before you see it.
We had our annual Patriot’s Day assembly on September 11. It’s a big deal at our school. The PTA and the teachers on our 9/11 committee get to school early and set up for it. First responders and members of the military are invited to attend and their names are read aloud, we have a moment of silence, we sing a school wide song, an upper grader reads a poem, and our chorus sings, too. It is a very special day and I am proud of my school for choosing to still remember and honor those that lost their lives on September 11.
Every year, classes always take group pictures in front of the signs posted. It’s a thing.
I grabbed the red sign below (I did not rip the corner. It came that way) and hung it up in my room so we could take a class picture in the air conditioning. I mean, hello? I’m no dummy.
I started placing my tall kids on the back counter. I set out a chair and they climbed up there. It’s about four feet off the ground, but one can never be too careful and I kept saying don’t fall off and kill yourself, watch yourself, scoot back, remember to use the chair to climb down, and then lo and behold, when it was time to get down and I went to get the chair for them, they had all just scooted off and no one even used the chair to climb down. Daredevils, I tell you.
Anyways, as I was saying, while I was placing my tall kids, one of my itty bitty girls started crying.
“What’s wrong?” I said, completely concerned. Absolutely. I stopped everything to attend to her.
“I never get to be in the back. Every time in kindergarten, I was always in the front. I want to be in the back.” Hiccup. Sob. Tears.
Well . . . if anyone knows about this, it’s me. So I told her I never get to be in the back either. That in every picture EVER TAKEN of me, I am always in the front. For years and years and years.
She wasn’t having it. I [patiently] explained to her that if she was in the back, we would not be able to see her beautiful face.
She wasn’t having it.
So I let her climb up there, and then I placed a tall student in front of her, and I took a quick iPhone picture. And I showed it to her.
Oh, we laughed. We laughed and laughed. The itty bitty girl is wearing a red and white striped shirt. You can kind of see her arm. And her forehead. And the only reason you can see her forehead is because she was tilting her head back and stretching her neck as much as humanly possible.
Oh, Pin It!
How I love thee!
It saved my life on Friday with our inclement weather. It was THE perfect inside recess activity. Every single kid was engaged, pinning away, AND we were working on our short e word family (et).
I’m not tooting my own horn when I say this, either. But they LOVED it and kept saying how fun it was. Now we’re ready to do it independently in a center because I can also trust all of my kids with pins now, too!
And that’s pretty much it.
I’m off to cut apart my school pictures. I’m going to write little notes on the back and send them to all of my friends! OH JOY!