A Dirty Shame

I knew when I got up this morning today was going to be "a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day", and I was right!

I have not had a period in 6 months! I've paid massive amounts of co-pays to be assured that I am in the midst of menopause. I embraced it. I loved the thought. I relished every month that it was over. I've secretly been planning my step into Bohemian Woman. Letting my hair go gray, wear comfortable clothes. Then came this morning and like a bad dream it was back!

It was unfair! G and I barely got to the bus stop on time this morning. I needed comfort music (check list on the right)! I get to school and have to print progress reports. I get started and here comes an adult to tell me that three of my girls have been rude coming down the hall from breakfast. They have managed to tell one adult to "shut up" when corrected and another to "shut her pie hole". I definately DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH COFFEE! So I tell the AP, (who finally at 2:30 comes and tells them not to talk to adults that way). Like I hadn't already explained that fact!

Next, we are going to lunch and I remind a student they need to give me some time on the fence for backtalking. He looks at me and says, "I'm not standing on the fence and you can't make me." Right then every cell in my body turned into Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry as I thought "Make my day!" He did give me time on the fence!

We get back to the room (after recess where IBee had nearly killed another jumping off the slide) and he had been a sweetheart ALL DAY, when he suddenly throws his notebook across the room. I asked someone to put it on his desk and he says, "AND I'LL THROW IT BACK DOWN ON THE GROUND!" By then I've had enough of the insolent behavior. I'm ready to get a stick. At which point the resident Juvenial Deliquent gets all upitty and wants to stir the pot. Jesus Save Me!!!!! And I've got to tutor! I send JD to his new special afternoon class, notebook thrower to another room, and mouthy boy goes to sleep. Okay!

I keep the door shut and press on. When tutoring arrives I find out my little girl has not one project due next week, but two! It was more than a girl can take. I couldn't understand how any teachers could do this. She is from a single parent home. Mom works 12 hour days, so there is no way. We are suppose to start a business with $1,000, 000. You have to list everything you've got to buy and spend the whole amount of money. This was difficult for her. Yet, I could see her interest was peaked. I am limited at how much of this type of thing I can do with her at school because our computers are blocked. The other project is about your career, which has nothing to do with her make-believe business. WHOA IS ME!!!!

I get home and my feet are swelled beyond belief, my head hurts, and I am ill as a hornet. So I remembered... "In the past, menstruation was often viewed as a sign of uncleanliness or shame. In some cultures, women have been banished to huts or forbidden to cook during their periods."

Can someone please banish me to my hut????

Oh way, I have 4 IEP's tomorrow and a text book committee meeting.