It seems like forever since I’ve written a Small Success post. I’ve been pretty busy substitute teaching these past few weeks; right now I’m in long-term for a second-grade teacher. Because there’s only so much time in the day, not everything I want to get done is getting done. So please don’t look at my dining-room table, which is covered with a stack of paper plats and little metal buckets of utensils, all clean but not yet put away after Saturday night’s Folk Group Pasta Party. And definitely don’t look at my kitchen floor.
Instead, look at this:
I’ve (mostly) managed to get a home-cooked dinner on the table every night. Except Monday, when Hubs called to say he’d be way late and they were getting pizza at work, and I hadn’t started cooking yet, so Little Brother and I got Chick-Fil-A.
Yesterday afternoon and evening’s crazy plan all worked out.
- Our microwave broke a couple of weeks ago, and I’d pushed for as late an installation time as I could get, since I can’t leave school until 3:15 or so.
- I got home by 3:20 and found the installation truck sitting in front of the house. The gentleman assured me that he’d only just gotten there.
- He was done and out of here within an hour. I had dinner going in the crockpot since I wasn’t sure how long this would take and Little Brother had a rehearsal.
- I got Little Brother to his rehearsal in time for me to attend the parent meeting beforehand and find out how we can order tickets for the show and volunteer for hospitality jobs during the performances.
- I made it home in time for folk group practice, which is in my house, so if I’m not home, no one’s here to let everyone else in.
- Hubs got to the rehearsal in time to pick up Little Brother and two other Young Thespians who’d arranged to carpool with us.
Yesterday one little girl told me, right before snack, that she had a headache. I suggested that she eat her snack and see how she felt afterward (because once you send ONE second-grader to the nurse, many, many others will want to follow.) She never mentioned that headache again until after dismissal, when she was walking back to her mom’s classroom. I was surprised; I told her that I thought her headache had gone away and I was sorry that I didn’t know it didn’t. Her answer: “I really liked the activities we were doing…”
And for a little religion-class comic relief:
Me: “November is the Month of the Holy Souls. We pray for them to help them get into heaven.”
Student: “I thought November is Men’s Cancer Month…”