Tuesday, December 7, 2010

ugh!

Ever since I knew that I really should go back to work I have wanted to work at school. I worked a little while in the preschool last year, but I really wanted more time. Now that I am working at Jack's school I am wondering what I was thinking.
I know that i can do this. But sometimes I wonder how I am supposed to get anything done when I feel like I am being undermined every time I turn around. Oy! How am I supposed to establish my set of rules and expectations if someone else keeps changing them? I literally had to choke back the tears this morning after 3 different lunches! It was all I could do not to quit after my 3 permanent day. Not a good way to start....
After lunch I go work with a little boy who is learning to read. As he was reading Dr. Seuss I just watched him and was so thankful (in my head) that I got the opportunity to sit with him and actually make some kind of difference. He is working so hard and it is so good to watch him improve everyday. This is what I want to do when I grow up. This is what I want to be. This is my goal. It may take me a while to get more than just 1/2 each day, but I will get there.
In the meantime my girlfriend helped me with a bit of (Christmas) retail therapy. Then my other girlfriend sent me a random, out-of-the-blue goody package. It was silly. It nearly made me cry with happiness. My kids and my husband decorated both of our Christmas trees while I watched from the couch with my foot up.
We are watching Mickey's Christmas and I am ok for now. I am grateful for so many other things and I will keep reminding myself of that everytime I think that I just can't do this job anymore.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Butterfly bandages

so, I have to start this from the beginning. It is kind of a pain to just "run" into the store. I have to get my crutches out from the passenger seat, crutch around to the back, open the hatch, get out my roller cart & head into the store. I decided to just use the electric carts that they have at Target. Not my best idea. Jeff's 97 year old grandpa can walk faster than these carts. It took nearly a full minute to "drive" to the back of the store! Then I was looking for butterfly bandages. (side note: Jeff cut the back of his hand open & we didn't have any. so we borrowed some from the neighbor. we used all of theirs and I wanted to replace theirs & add some to our stock....which is why I was on a mission. ) When I checked out the lady asked if I found everything...(lady being a relative term, because I don't think she could serve beer, or even get into a bar, but I digress.) I told her that they didn't carry butterfly bandages. She says, "well, we have princess ones, will those work?" HUH?!? oh. no. not those kinds of butterflies!
Slow cart and all she totally made my day.

The next day I headed to Rite Aid. They've got to have them right? Well, I was not going through the effort of getting out my scooter. I am not going to sit through another slow cart. I will just use my crutches. Got help. Found the bandages. Yeah! hooray! huh....how to carry them? When one has a broken leg, one also has no hands to use. They are being used to carry me. Oy vay! (The lady that was helping me was standing there so I just told her I was putting them in my pocket to get to the front counter. She just smiled and said, "of course".)

could you imagine how different this tale would have been if they had thought I was shoplifting instead? not good. Not good at all.