inspired by a great friend who, i believe, has found the balance between family and work outside of the home...i will discuss my least favorite days. she hates tuesdays, thought i do dislike tuesdays, the days i really find myself missing my kids most are the days that go like this past wednesday. the work days that go so wrong, long, and stressful, wednesday was beyond crazy...it was completely insane!
i was awaken at 4am by a friend whose 4 week-old was admitted into the hospital because of a cold that was forcing him to gag and limiting his intake of oxygen. she does everything with her husband, especially dr. things, he however was out of town because he was receiving an MRI to check if there was any growth in his brain cancer (there wasn't he's fine after 5 years now, praise Jesus). regardless to say they are always on edge for his MRIs, so i dropped in on her and gave her some dunkin' doughnut's coffee because no one should have to go through that stress without a large cup of the d&d goodness.
i arrived at work at 8:00 and by 9:30, i was back at the hospital. students start coming in the door at 8:45, i asked this particular student to give me his shoes. this might sound like a crazy request but is procedure for students who are a threat for running, he ran away from school the previous friday and attempted to on tuesday. he refused to give me his shoes and ran out of the building. because he is only 15, we have to call the police and chase him down, if he were 16 or older we could just let him go. so several staff went out on foot and vehicle to track him down. they caught up with him about 2 1/2 miles away and he was having an "asthma attack". we called the ambulance and i had to follow behind to the ER until his grandpa came. once the dr. checked him out it was apparent that he was lying and now his grandpa had to pay up to $1000 in medical costs. after separating my student from his grandfather in the hospital room i was free to go back to work.
once my lunch was finished, my beloved 30 minutes of quiet, i trudged back to my classroom. another student was having a not-so-uncommon bad day and was throwing books around the room. i sent my aid out with the rest of the students and called for the "bouncers" to come and help me. luckily, he waited until the guys got down to my room before he went really crazy. he ran behind my desk, opened a drawer...the drawer...where the only pair of scissors are hidden in, grabbed them and went after me. we restrained him and all was well, the police picked him up and took him home, he is suspended for three days.
after all of that i had to take some deep breathes, go on with the school day and wait until i could go pick up my babies.
4:00 rolls in and i go the mile down the road to the babysitters, pick up the kids, and head home. we play outside for awhile, i make dinner, kiss tyson hello at 5:15 and take off for my grad. class until 9:15.
...i hate days like this!!!!!!!! these are the days that i want to be building towns with henry or crashing them down with hazel. i want to make their breakfast, lounge in our jammies, play with play-dough and eat junk food for lunch, go to the park, splash at the beach, go to the library...
