Although it is Day 1 of spring break for me and the kids I went into work to lesson plan with my grade level partner. We were supposed to meet at 9:00 am so I put my alarm on for 6. I snoozed until 7. I then decided to turn off the alarm and read some of my book. I read until 8 and closed my eyes for a little longer. Woke up at 9, texted my partner, “Um, running late, I will be there closer to 10.”
She responds, “Running late too. Hoping to leave by 9:30. That’s why we work so well together. No one is waiting on the other.”
So 9:00 am, I jump in the shower. and leave at 10. When I get there at 10:30 I see her just putting her bags down. Perfect timing.
Lesson planning, talking, copying done by 1:30 so we decided to reward ourselves with a glass of wine and lunch and to catch up with our personal lives since we are always talking school.
Although I was productive during the early hours of the day (yes 10:30 am IS early), the rest of the evening was not at all productive. I made a few stops after lunch and got home at 6:00 pm, went upstairs to change, and never came down. I grabbed the iPad, played some games, checked emails, looked at Facebook, and read some more.
I don’t want to overwork myself. It is spring break after all!
On Saturdays, all three kids HAVE to wake up by 8:30 am so we can be out the door by 9:00 and at Greek School by 10:00 am. Today we were meeting my sister and my nieces at 11:00 to go to an escape room. I told the kids they HAVE to wake up by 9:45, but they were up at 7:30 am. “Why are you all up so early?”
“We WANT to be there on time,” they said.
I take them to the mall to shop, and all I hear is the whining, “Do we HAVE to go? We WANT to stay home. We WANT to relax.”
Today, the escape room was at the mall. “Guys, we HAVE to go. I HAVE things I HAVE to get done.”
“What we WANT to stay here. Don’t you HAVE anything to do here? We WANT to get something to eat with the cousins.”
We all headed to California Pizza Kitchen for a 3 hour lunch. “Can you stop talking and start eating?”
“We WANT to catch up. We haven’t seen each other in 8 days!”
When they HAVE to do something, they question, whine, and try to come up with a way for them to not do it. When they WANT to do something, they beg, persuade, and make deals so they can find a way to get it done.
“Wake up! Let’s go! We are going to be late, again!”
“Wait. What? It’s the first day of spring break. Why do we have to wake up so early?”
“Spring break from American School, not Greek School. You know that Tessie.”
She pushes herself to get out of bed and start getting ready. When she passes her brothers’ rooms and sees them still sleeping, she shouts for them to wake up. I hear the screams, “It’s spring break! Why are you waking me up?”
“Because I have to go to Greek School and dad is at work so you have to come with me and mom. But if you let me quit Greek School, I wouldn’t have to go today and you wouldn’t have to wake up.” Tessie is giving her brothers attitude because they finished Greek School after 6th grade. She wanted to finish when they did, but she was only in 3rd grade. Both boys were not going to let her get out of doing her last three years since they couldn’t get out of it.
John comes into my room half asleep, “Is it too late for Tessie to quit Greek School right now?
All 3 kids got signed up for baseball (even my daughter) but because I rushed I signed them all up for baseball instead of signing my daughter up for softball. Thankfully they let me move her to softball, where she wanted to be.
My son got to go to the field trip even though his money and form were turned in late.
Grades were done on time – no extension needed.
Only 3 slices have been posted after midnight (but it is only Day 22).
Day 3: Slime . . . UGH!
I have not gone to another slime convention, nor do I plan on going to another!
Day 7: Shoes
I finally ordered my shoes yesterday while I was out shopping with my daughter. And they were on sale! I told you I wasn’t going to pay $89 for them.
Day 8: Date Night
I have actual date nights planned with the other two. Andrew wants to go to a Salt cave (they say it will help with his asthma) and then Wildfire for steaks and Tessa wants to go for our nails, an escape room (her brothers are invited to that if they want), and Foodlife since it was closed yesterday.
John doesn’t care if it’s another date night or not, but he wants to go back for that chocolate cake!
Day 10: My Lost Hour
I am still trying to recover from losing that hour. Not the sleep part, but I am still carrying around in my bag the math packets and the character analysis essays. But spring break is less than a few hours away – – -I will get it done then!
Day 15: NO BUTTER!
The cupcakes and cake were a huge hit! It made the search for butter worthwhile, but I am still never doing that again . . . I think!
Day 16: Party
The party was a success. Now on to plan the family party.
Day 17: Being There for My Friend
Surgery went well!
We went to the hospital to visit and she was up and walking. She will hopefully be released this weekend!
One minute I am teaching my 6th graders writing; the next minute the school secretary comes into my classroom to tell me my husband is on the phone.
One minute I am annoyed because a kid got sick and he can’t leave work to get them; the next minute I remember Wednesdays are his day off.
One minute the secretary says, “He tried texting you. Should I tell him you will call him back?”; the next minute I walk over to my desk to check my phone.
One minute the text doesn’t make sense at all; the next minute I am walking to the office to talk to him on the phone.
One minute he is telling me that her iron is fine, but her blood sugar is high; the next minute the room is spinning and I am asking him, “What does this mean for my girl?”
One minute he is saying, “She has diabetes. I am at the hospital. I need you to come here now.”; the next minute I am trying to keep it together to get to my room and grab my purse, coat, and car keys.
One Lifetime of finger pokes before she eats.
One lifetime of finger pokes two hours after her insulin.
One lifetime of finger pokes if she feels “jittery” (low) or thirsty, angry, tired (high) to see her blood sugar level.
One lifetime of 2:00 am blood sugar checks.
One lifetime of sleepless nights.
One lifetime of 10-12 finger pokes a day.
One lifetime of insulin shots – one after each meal and one at bedtime.
One lifetime of constant worry.
One lifetime of being brave and strong even when you are only 10 years and 9 days old.
One year later . . .
I refuse to let March 21st be the worst day of her life forever, so today I took a personal day and we did what my sweet girl wanted to do (with one request from me).
I let her sleep in (which means eating a late breakfast so all her shots were off time-wise) until 10:45 am. Breakfast was a cake pop and chocolate milk at Starbucks. Off to the nail salon to get manicures, and then we headed downtown to spend the day in the city. Our first stop was to see my friend and her daughter at Rush Hospital – my request – (she is recovering remarkably well), then off to Cheesecake Factory for lunch (at 5:00 pm), then shopping at Water Tower Place. We closed the place up at 9:00 pm.
My girl loved her day with me, almost as much as I love my brave, strong, little girl!
Tessa is crafty! She likes to bake and decorate the cake and cupcakes. She makes slime. She paints canvases. She uses washi tape, glitter, glue, paints, beads, and anything else she can get her dad to buy her at Michael’s and Hobby Lobby and sneak it into the house before I see it.
Every night the kids, and honestly Pete and I too, want something sweet to eat for dessert. Well, it’s not enough for Tessa to just ask us, “What do you want for dessert?” She needs to make a menu. The menu changes based on what is on-hand in the house.
Here is last night’s menu.
Thankfully, the orders only consisted of ice cream and cookies.