Plady, I actually think that your half sounds better. Although I'd love to do Ragnar, something about the pressure of other runners relying on my performance has freaked me the heck out. The idea, in theory, is awesome, and I think we should try to pull it together another year if it feels right, but if it doesn't....listen to your gut.
I just had the WORST. DAY. EVER in 5th grade. This class is a huge behavioral challenge as it is, and the sub today just had no clue how to deal with them. She talked to them like they were 5 in the beginning, then switched to humiliation as a discipline tactic. I started to get angry at this point, but kept myself focused on putting out fires. Then we went out for the mini-relay for life....at which point she LEFT. Seriously. I had been chatting with another 5th grade teacher about what was going on, and he then said "wait...is that her? Where is she going?". SHE LEFT THEM OUT THERE!!! There was another 5th grade class running the stations/info booths, other teachers with their classes, maybe 10 parent volunteers, and she left her class without any supervision. I thought maybe she was running to the restroom, but she just never came back. Another parent from our class showed up at lunch time, found her in the classroom and asked where the kids were. She said "oh, was I supposed to go get them?". So the hot lunch kids had missed lunch, I had to go fight with the lunch staff to let them go later, then they had to go to the lunchroom even though their teacher normally lets them eat in the classroom. Kids were asking me if they could call their parents and go home! The other parent who showed up for the afternoon was told by the sub she could go home, and I had to go home once the relay was over since I had Ellie with me at that point. I tried to talk the other parent into staying, but she seems to think that the kids deserve the chaos that was going to occur, even though HER kid was one of the ones I had a huge issue with all morning. (note: this is the same parent who came to me and said that Courtney told her son that she could kick his butt in a game in PE....which was, while a true statement, pretty hurtful. She's never forgiven me, even though Courtney apologized and now fully understands that she needs to confine her challenges to the few certain kids who want the taunting).
Anyhoo, I sent off an email to Mr. P asking him, begging him, for the sake of his students, to make sure she's not in his classroom ever again. Quite a few other teachers are aware of what was going on (one had her a few weeks ago and it was a disaster, one has her scheduled next week and decided that his class, more of a handful than ours, would be just what she needed to encourage her out of the profession).
And yes, I know that substitute teaching is a thankless profession and I admire anyone willing to do it. But once she started trying to embarrass the kids, my sympathy went right out the window.
And now the dilemma....someone with ruptured membranes but, at this moment, not really contracting. Do I go for a run?
I just had the WORST. DAY. EVER in 5th grade. This class is a huge behavioral challenge as it is, and the sub today just had no clue how to deal with them. She talked to them like they were 5 in the beginning, then switched to humiliation as a discipline tactic. I started to get angry at this point, but kept myself focused on putting out fires. Then we went out for the mini-relay for life....at which point she LEFT. Seriously. I had been chatting with another 5th grade teacher about what was going on, and he then said "wait...is that her? Where is she going?". SHE LEFT THEM OUT THERE!!! There was another 5th grade class running the stations/info booths, other teachers with their classes, maybe 10 parent volunteers, and she left her class without any supervision. I thought maybe she was running to the restroom, but she just never came back. Another parent from our class showed up at lunch time, found her in the classroom and asked where the kids were. She said "oh, was I supposed to go get them?". So the hot lunch kids had missed lunch, I had to go fight with the lunch staff to let them go later, then they had to go to the lunchroom even though their teacher normally lets them eat in the classroom. Kids were asking me if they could call their parents and go home! The other parent who showed up for the afternoon was told by the sub she could go home, and I had to go home once the relay was over since I had Ellie with me at that point. I tried to talk the other parent into staying, but she seems to think that the kids deserve the chaos that was going to occur, even though HER kid was one of the ones I had a huge issue with all morning. (note: this is the same parent who came to me and said that Courtney told her son that she could kick his butt in a game in PE....which was, while a true statement, pretty hurtful. She's never forgiven me, even though Courtney apologized and now fully understands that she needs to confine her challenges to the few certain kids who want the taunting).
Anyhoo, I sent off an email to Mr. P asking him, begging him, for the sake of his students, to make sure she's not in his classroom ever again. Quite a few other teachers are aware of what was going on (one had her a few weeks ago and it was a disaster, one has her scheduled next week and decided that his class, more of a handful than ours, would be just what she needed to encourage her out of the profession).
And yes, I know that substitute teaching is a thankless profession and I admire anyone willing to do it. But once she started trying to embarrass the kids, my sympathy went right out the window.
And now the dilemma....someone with ruptured membranes but, at this moment, not really contracting. Do I go for a run?
for reacting so strongly but it's sort of my job. when I came to my current church there was a Rosemond book discussion going on and I was surprised by how much of it was critique (as in, I could NEVER do that!). so, hopefully you find some kindred spirits too.
where you are that you might really need the warmth of the Flows. Actually, I'd probably need Flows and Injinjis to deal with that cold. 
My trip to the financial aid office was not overly helpful (other than dropping off the paperwork I needed to) because they can't tell me anything until my FAFSA has been processed. Which, according to my online information is done, but they didn't have anything showing up in their computers. So later this afternoon while I'm at work, I got a voicemail from the financial aid counselor who apparently figured out that the reason they don't have my FAFSA is because admissions keyed in my social security number wrong, so they didn't match up. 
Good stuff.
about the baby woes
)! Now back to my regularly scheduled life. And time to step away from the leftover dessert pile on my counter 
It's a beautiful Saturday here, too. But this week hs been tough. If I do not exercise first thing in the morning then I turn into someone I do not like. Add that to sleep deprivation and it make for an unhappy marriage... Trouble is I don't always feel like moving when I'm tired so I'm trying to find some sort of balance. But a week of bickering and all out screaming (me 
) between me and DH. All seems to be well for now, though.
your way without typing that here. I hope your mum receives great news soon.
Like Jo with her 2, I am complete, full and happy with my 3!
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