There are three kinds of men.
The one that learns by reading.
The few who learn by observation.
The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.
Cold and cloudy morning. Should be another inside recess day…that I can handle…the ol’ legs are defying me this morning…to many aches. Hoping for a productive day today.
Back to school today. Boy, I’d been dreading getting back into the morning routine, but it wasn’t too bad. The day went rather well, much better than the last two weeks before Christmas break…so good to see the kiddos again! Only a few times of butting heads with my main three kiddos…sometimes they seem to forget to treat the sides with as much respect as the teachers, that they can blow us off like a maid. Thankfully we have some great teachers who take matters into their own hands when they hear kids we are supposed to be helping talk to us in a disrespectful manner.
Favorite parts of the day are during lunchtime duty with the 6th through 8th grades…we have some really great kids who like the extra attention they can get from the teachers aides, they will seek us out just to say hello.
After school for the 30 minutes with the late bus preschool through 5th graders is almost always the best way to end the day! One little guy who always likes to tell me he’s FBI and taking me to jail, told me today that tomorrow is his birthday…I asked if he was going to be 40…he said no, 39. Such a dolly that kid! He finally said he was going to be 8…later he said 7…so, he’s going to be somewhere between 7 and 39 tomorrow!
The same little guy asked for a huggie a couple weeks ago, while hugging me I could feel him wiping his hand on my leg…sure enough he’d wiped his muddy paws on my cream colored leggings. They washed. No biggie. When asked why I let the kids do such things I say they are just kids and clothes are washable, let them be kids while they can. Helps when they are too cute and sweet for their own good!
Last day of the year! Wasn’t such a bad year, so no feeling of being thrilled to see the year come to an end…no big thrill in the starting of a new year. Another day, another year…just keep moving.
We had us quite the frigid day today. Ruby Pearl, Bubba and I ran over to my folks to drop Ruby off while Bubba and I ran to the city…Gramma likes to babysit Ruby (chihuahua)…or so she says. Only had a few things to get in the city but figured that since Bubba has been running here, there and everywhere over break that he could spend a little time with his mom…yes, he was NOT so thrilled but humored me…he knows who gives him gas money more than once a week.
Dad enlightened us with the fact that although it was biting cold today that last year on this day we didn’t even make it to 0…so six degrees F. wasn’t so bad. Looking at the glass half-full isn’t always such a bad thing.
As per usual, Old Boy and I are staying home this New Years…such a dangerous night to be out on the roads. Bubba went to a friend’s and is spending the night…he was directed to be off the road early. Good night to stay off the roads.
Looking forward to the changes I plan to work on in the new year…hoping to make some positive changes over time…not resolutions, but small changes in daily life to hopefully become more of the person I’d like to see myself be and learn how to be more focused and accomplished in everyday life.
Happy New Year!
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