So, I came home from work today. It had been a long day. I started teaching my new after school class. Yoga for kids! It was so much fun. I have about 20 kids and we all loved it. When I got home I was beat but had a lot of things to take care of before I could crash on the couch and start doing more school work.
~so goes the life of a teacher~
I set about to my long list of things beginning with emptying the dishwasher. Before I could even put the first glass away there was a persistent noise at my feet. I tried to subdue this nail on the chalk board nuisance but it could not be pacified. I knew that I did not have time to take out of my schedule to give proper attention to this other responsibility. It needed honest to goodness love and attention. And how does one do that with dishes that needed to be put away, dirty dishes to replace the clean ones, french onion soup to be portioned and stored in the freezer, spaghetti sauce to make and dinner to serve up (to a party of one, of course)?
Well, I did what any mother in this world has done in order to be able to still use both arms. Since I have not actually had any kids of my own, I had to improvise and use the scarf that I was wearing, but he was thoroughly satisfied and enjoyed his time with very much. Dishes done, Britches happy. A successful evening indeed!
I set about to my long list of things beginning with emptying the dishwasher. Before I could even put the first glass away there was a persistent noise at my feet. I tried to subdue this nail on the chalk board nuisance but it could not be pacified. I knew that I did not have time to take out of my schedule to give proper attention to this other responsibility. It needed honest to goodness love and attention. And how does one do that with dishes that needed to be put away, dirty dishes to replace the clean ones, french onion soup to be portioned and stored in the freezer, spaghetti sauce to make and dinner to serve up (to a party of one, of course)?
Well, I did what any mother in this world has done in order to be able to still use both arms. Since I have not actually had any kids of my own, I had to improvise and use the scarf that I was wearing, but he was thoroughly satisfied and enjoyed his time with very much. Dishes done, Britches happy. A successful evening indeed!
2 comments:
Who are you? This makes you the crazy cat lady for sure. When you treat them like kids you are the crazy cat lady. But I am too. I talk to Mokey like a real person all the time. But if he was a real person I would be very emotionally abusive because I say things like "Why are you crying? I love you and that is enough, so be quiet." I would never say that to my child though, for the record.
I love it!
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