How many times can you start a blog and push backspace to erase all the meaningless thoughts? Start. Erase. Stop. Start. Erase. Stop. Tonight was at least a 5 eraser night. I would love to say we had some grand accomplishment to report or some news worthy fun, but it's been a very "quiet" month. Rainy. Wet. Cold. Depressing. I found out that one of my dearest friend's mom has cancer. Bad. I had made another friend feel very bad and I had to suck it up and try my best at making her feel better. At work this week a child had signs of abuse on Tuesday and didn't come back for the rest of the week after it was reported. Where is she? What happened? Will she ever come back? She was not in my class but I work with her on a daily basis. It makes me sick. So sick. Who in their right mind would hurt a child in that way?! I have 30 kids in my class and I'm having a very hard time getting to them all. Our school is at risk for closure and that's all the staff can think, talk, worry and debate about. I don't want to teach middle school. If it came down to it, I could, potentially teach 6th graders about... puberty? What do 6th graders learn? Regardless of what happens this fall, I love where I am now. I love the age. I feel like last year I fell into tune with what kindergarteners truly need. I half think this is because Kate was in kindergarten last year. It's amazing what having your own children teaches you about what every child needs. Now in a month or two I will find out if I can continue that growth or will I have to start over. I'm not good at starting over. Speaking of that, Christophers orthopedist dropped him because he's not contracted with our medical group. We have to start over with another doctor. It's so frustrating because we didn't take him to Shriners because we were all set up with this doctor literally from day three of Christopher's life. It stinks. But maybe it's meant to be.
The sun came out today. And I mean out. I actually broke out the sun glasses and got a little sweaty at work. Needless to say a classroom full of 30 little bodies and 6 adults is definitely going to heat up. It was our 100th day of school. Only 75 more to go. I picked up Erin and a very happy Christopher who had a four hour nap today, then made my little jaunt to get Kate. We called daddy and met him for dinner. I know I always make a big deal (here I'm holding my hands out really wide to show you really how big of a deal I make it) about having three children. THREE. Threeeeeee kids. Holy cow. But I'm slowly getting to a place where I'm proud of my medium to large sized family. You should've seen some of the "oh aren't they precious" looks we got at dinner. It used to be "oh aren't they loud" or "oh aren't they going to seat that family with the crying baby in the back?" or "oh aren't they going make that little girl stop twirling around my table?" But not tonight. Maybe we've turned a corner. Maybe it was just a fluke. Or a glimpse of the good that is to come of having three kids.
