The first day
4:30pm - Me: Mama doesn't feel like cooking. How about Happy Meals?
PDG and MDG: Yeah!
5:00-5:05pm - silent stuffing of faces. Nuggets. Fries. Sauce. Gogurt. Apple Juice.
5:08pm - PDG: Mommy, my tummy hurts.
5:09pm - PDG: Bleggghhhh (is that how you type the sound of massive projectile vomiting?)
5:11pm - PDG: Mommy, I'm hungry. Can I have some dinner?
The Next Day - via text
Mama H: I can't put your book down!
Me: Really?! (book and smiley emojis)
Mama H: Yes. Dad called for me to help him and I made him wait! I can't believe she [spoiler]! Gotta go. Can't wait to see how this goes.
The Next Day in a last minute faculty meeting
Assistant Principal: We need each of you to use one of your planning periods to make continuous laps of the school checking every stall in every student bathroom and noting the time and what you find.
My inner monologue: I can tell you what I'll find in girls' bathrooms, and it will be disgusting, smelly, and likely bloody. Also, I miss New York and its union, where no one could make me do this crap without extra pay. Yes, a bathroom pun. Let's see how many of these I can work in until this temporary duty is over. Doo-ty. Score, another one.
The Next Day in a lesson on formal commands and giving directions around town
Student who mostly communicates through grunts: Sra G, you're the best Spanish teacher.
Me: We're all good. We just have different styles.
SWMCTG: No, you're the best.
Me: Well, then, gracias. Now back to work.
So yeah, a week of ups and downs.
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