12 November 2007


Note-I am the grade level coordinator for a very small preschool/knidergarten class. This basically means at the beginning of the year I figure out which lessons from the book we'll do on which days. Besides that and hanging around outside the classroom to make sure no sickos try to snatch a kid, I don't do a lot.

Scene: Kathy's closet office, 11:58 AM


Husband: Kathy, it's for you

Me: Hello

Teacher: Hi Kathy. My son got hit in the face with a football at school and it won't stop bleeding. I need to run him over to the emergency room. I probably won't be able to make it to school by 1:00.

Me: OK. I hope everything's OK with the little guy. See you later.


Me: Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, darn it, darn it, darn it, DARN IT!

Husband: What's up?

Me: That was Teacher. She's not going to be able to make it. I have 58 minutes to get a lesson plan, stories, and a snack ready. Crap, crap, crap, darn it, darn it, DARN IT!

Husband: What's the lesson on?

Me: Being thankful.

It turns out 58 minutes is enough time, but only because the library has kindly put all of the Thanksgiving books together and the grocery store had autumn cookies just inside the door.

I am thankful that I haven't made any major screw ups on the stole lately. Having said that I expect that a cat will catch it's claws in it and rip the whole thing to shreds.

1 comment:

Five Ferns Fibreholic said...

Okay but were you able to make it through the day without emotionally scarring the poor little kiddies for life?

You do realize that you've just given the cat permission to distroy the shawl. Pity though...it's gorgeous. :)