I told a friend earlier today, "I really need to start wearing heels or wedges more often...so I don't accidentally skate across the floor at the grocery store and flash unsuspecting shoppers." Also, this would be problematic whilst substitute teaching at any kind of school. Not that I fell or slid or even skidded today in my super cute Steve Madden wedges. (At least one little girl in each class told me she loved my shoes, and a couple of the boys told me they looked like they would be really hard to draw...)
I did a half-day stint as the Art teacher for B's former elementary school this morning, and it was a lot of fun to see all of the familiar faces and field all of the questions about B. It hurts my heart that we aren't at that school anymore...simply because of the relationships he had with his peers and the teachers in that building. I know we're in the right place, but it was bittersweet to be there today, promising the 4th graders that B would be at the same middle school in two years, and telling them he would not be back at their school next year. When I relayed all of the messages to B after school, he was surprised by some of the names I threw out when he asked who was asking about him.
The kid had absolutely no idea just how well-liked he was...even though everyone else did. It was a proud mama moment. One of my favorite little girls was almost in tears this morning when she found out I was filling in for Art...because she had P.E. And it didn't even matter what grade I had in my classroom (I had 3rd, 4th, and 5th this morning) because they ALL knew my B. There are several Bs in that school, so if there was confusion, I busted out a picture and then they all knew.
And who doesn't like seeing people you haven't seen for months only to have them tell you that you look amazing?! I mean...what an ego boost. Of course, it was "Walk It Wednesday" which means I could have worn yoga pants instead of a dress and wedges, but I had totally forgotten about that, and one of my favorites in the office FORGOT to tell me, but she's felt icky for a week so she's forgiven.
After I finished, I came home and took a 45 minute power nap, which was probably the best idea I've had in a while. It was just long enough, and I woke up to a slew of text messages from various people that made me feel loved and important. I managed to work my way through a fair amount of reading while waiting for B to get out of school, then some more while we sat in the allergist's office during our weekly allergy shot visit.
It's been a pretty productive day, although I feel like there's a whole lot more I could be doing/should be doing/would be doing...except.
I. Don't. Want. To.
Tomorrow is baseball Thursday, and I'm happy/sad we have one game. Happy because 5 hours in the allergy-laced air is killing me, and sad because it's an 8:00 game which still means a super-late night. Especially when you're 13 and moody. Or 34 and moody. Either way.
Sidebar: I had one of the learners ask me a series of questions this morning that halfway horrified me and halfway entertained me...AFTER I caught him trying to sneak a peek at what might be under my dress.
Me: Dude. Not cool.
Him: You're pretty.
Me: Um. No. Inappropriate.
Him: How old are you?
Me: How old do you think I am?
Him: 25
Me: I have an 8th grader, so I'm older than that.
Him: So...do you like older or younger men?
Me: _______, that is not even remotely appropriate. We're done here.
Good grief...preteens and their mixed-up hormones. I always find it funny when kids try to guess my age. It doesn't phase me when they're way off, and the answers/reasoning they provide are always good for a laugh or two.
You know what else is good for a laugh or two? Catching a glimpse of yourself slipping on something imaginary and skidding across an aisle in the freezer section at the grocery store.
I mean...not that I would know or anything.
Aubs
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