I don’t get gifts because I’m the sub. Yet there are days when I would have said this. (Though I DO think a monogram out of crayons would be cool.)
I’m winding down my sub job this week-two more days and I’m a free woman again. It’s been good for me, but I must admit I’m ready for some time back home. You know, being a horrible manager of my time, bored and broke again…
This whole job thing was much more challenging than I thought it would have been. This didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the job itself. This is because some other things happened. First of all, about a month in, Evil Genius embarked upon a project at work that will probably last at least 4 more weeks and makes him work 500 hour weeks. I know there aren’t 500 hours in a week, but to him (and me) it really feels like it. He leaves long before most humans even think about getting up to go pee, and returns home at night with enough time to eat supper and go to bed. Naturally, my reaction to all of this is to tell him I’ll write a song about it, make him coffee when I remember, and kill him with kindness when he is in SUCH a good mood (I love you honey…)
Then the poor girl I was working with had a family tragedy and had to take some much needed time off. With both of the regular classroom teachers having to be gone, I had to step up quickly and do stuff that I’m well capable of but just wasn’t expecting to have to do. It made things very interesting, to say the least! On the other hand, I think it worked out pretty well that I had been the one that was there instead of several people trying to fill in the hours.
Other things happened too, I’ll get to those in a minute…
Anyway, as I was working these last two months I definitely had some moments and I learned some things too:
Anyone who says that they are going to quit drinking diet pop upon returning to work are setting themselves up for epic failure.
Never hesitate to ask for help from your fellow bloggers. They will RUN to your aid!
Don’t ask your husband to do anything non work related because you can’t. He won’t remember.
Having your own child in your classroom means you are basically working two full-time jobs, teacher AND Mommy.
Oh she’s cute, but it was a challenge having her in the same classroom sometimes!
Upon deciding to work a job in another town, you are guaranteeing there will be at least one winter storm per week, and one to two snow days per pay period.
Anyone who says they are going to quit eating sugar when they go back to work are setting themselves up for epic failure. Especially when Valentines and Easter are in that time frame.
Guest bloggers are the way to go when you need to be busy doing something, or are tired, or just don’t want to blog. I just wish I had done that sooner!
When things change, your ADD son will miss getting off the bus at the right place at least once.
No matter how good your dog seems, when he’s left to his own devices for days on end, he will poop on your floor. AND tear stuff up. AND be a general pain in your rear. It’s a good thing he’s cute.
This didn’t actually happen-but other messes were made.
Anyone who says they are going to quit taking Ambien to help them sleep when they go back to work are setting themselves up for epic failure.
Apple Jacks are never a good idea for breakfast when you have to last from 5:30 am until lunch.
If glasses are to be broken with no hope of repair, it will be the expensive ones, not the free ones.
No matter how nice the weather is, if you choose to leave your dog outside all day (because he poops on the floor and tears stuff up) the temperature will drop to negative numbers and there will be a blizzard.
Never in my life have I wanted to quote Kindergarten Cop so much. You don’t know how many times I wanted to yell “There is no BATHROOM!” I can even think of a couple of Arnold moments that I had. But what happens in preschool stays in preschool.
Certain little girls who hold in their poop will find new ways to keep it in. No matter how much fiber you give her. Add to the fact that you don’t really know when the last time she actually went was, it’s kind of a “poop roulette”.
It’s nice to have an excuse to be on Pinterest-I have to find art ideas for work!
Never ever make plans when you are a substitute teacher.
Things usually work out-you just have to give them time. This has nothing to do with the noncompliant pooper, it has everything to do with life in general.
Sleep. I knew it well once. And I’m an insomniac-that’s not saying much.
I’ll be back with actual posts hopefully later this week. In the meantime… tomorrow: toodle on over to Go Cheap or Go Home to visit me. I’m posting an oldie but a goodie-the poor girl wanted some time off!
I really won’t be a pah-ty poop-ah. I will be baaaack!