The water seeped through my cross trainers into my socks and between my toes as I sat in a crouch in the front yard. Mosquitoes dive bombed my legs and paid no mind to my greasy hands much less my muddled mind. A couple hours earlier my voice confidently carried across the gym as I called out to Daughter and her teammates at their volleyball practice. I sat in the bleachers soothed by the fact that everyone in my sphere was being taken care of by ME with surgical precision. Knight had his uniforms and go bag ready for Scouts and a later Nightwatch shift as a new Lt. The warm dinner I left waiting for him on the stove when he woke up and for my kiddos when I got them home was about the same temperature as my sense of smugness over just how well had I my crap together running all my morning errands and handling paperwork on top of my general order of the day. Little Guy, sitting in a contented, new puppy/little boy after school smelling heap, and alternately eating the sna...
School is tough. I dont send kids to the office or complain, but here I will: NO SUPPLIES. NO COMPUTER ACCESS. A FIGHT NEARLY EVERYDAY. COMPETING FOR THIS JOB. ACCOUNTABILITY FOR THIS JOB WHEN I DONT HAVE THE TOOLS, YET TO DO MY JOB. Whats my job you ask? Taking attendance, meeting modification plans, planning lessons, making discipline referrals, maintaining classroom procedures, knowing where each kid goes after and before school. All this stuff and more requires computer access, a mailbox, virtual and real, tape, scissors, stapler, file folders, sticky notes, a calendar, resources for extending lessons and some semblance of an idea asap so i can be ready for testing in two weeks. Yeah. Not going to happen in time. The boss is still interviewing. I realize I accidentally capped some of all that but fuck it thats how it sounds in my head so what the hell. Tony, let's just call stoic who he is, got a new computer and wifi at his mom's but he is refusing to allow the kids to ...
Here's the story about last Saturday... alright, it's not funny. especially for Stoic, really not even funny for me, still you have to laugh. At nine am, the house was in order and I was deciding what to make the kids for breakfast. Stoic would be coming over soon to hang out with them and then take them over to his mom's to overnight. I reached for a towel to help my littlest guy dry off when I heard a voice I rarely hear in my house, his brother coming down the hallway. Little Guy looked up at me, perplexed. "What is Uncle Jackhole doing here?"he asked. I knew, but I didn't want to say anything to make that face with the big brown eyes and long lashes do anything more than relax, I knew he had come just to bully, but what I said was, "He must have decided to drive Daddy for Grandma." "Yes, mommy but he lives in Dallas. He never comes to our house. He only goes to Grandmas." I tried to keep a cool countenance and continued to dry h...
Thinking of you and your family, hoping you are all safe.
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