Today marks the sixth day in this hellish, never ending
seven day work week.
It would also mark my sixth day without coffee, but I gave
into temptation, and necessity, during the lunch break today.
The logic behind working weekends to make up for a holiday
continues to be beyond my grasp. No one is productive on a day they don’t
normally work. Especially when that day has been tacked on to the end of a
normal work week.
And I’ve noticed that I tend to snap at my students and lose
my patience with them on our sixth day in a row together. It’s too much.
I have half a mind to take tomorrow off. It’s Sunday, after
all.
I don’t think I will, but I want to.
Super Husband’s trip to the Great Wall today was a no go.
He’s not entirely sure if further developments escaped his notice, or if the
plans were scrapped altogether. It’s too bad, today would have been a lovely
day to go, with mostly clear skies, a high of 73f (24c), and not horrible
pollution… only 157.
Maybe we’ll go on Tuesday or Wednesday, make a day of it.
I just realized, as children run down the hall outside my
classroom, that I need to shut the classroom windows during naptime. We have
windows that lead into the hall, and while it’s not generally an issue the
class next door is slightly older, and so wake up 30 minutes earlier than my
Red Lions. They’re all lining up to go eat their snacks, but the noise is
making some of my kids wake up before I’m ready to rouse them.
Last night the Red… Lionesses? The Red Lion Mothers?... took
us, the Red Lion teachers, out for a lovely dinner at a restaurant not too far
from the school. The children, their mothers, the other teachers, and I all had
a lovely time. Two of the mothers speak English, and Xavy (he named himself
after a soccer player) speaks great English, so it wasn’t one of those meals
where I smile as everyone around me speaks in a language I don’t understand.
I’ve sat through way too many of those in my life already. The only thing we ate that could be considered
weird, or exotic, was sea snail. I wish I’d snapped a photo, because the
presentation was really nice. They were served with soy sauce and wasabi, so
really that’s all they tasted like, but those and the “Macao pies” were my
favorite dishes. The Macao pie was a savory egg tart with a lovely, flaky
crust. There were two varieties, one with red beans at the bottom of the tart,
and one without. In my opinion they were equally tasty.
All of the One on One meetings went well; even the one where
I had to tell a grandmother that her granddaughter is a bully. Rather
surprisingly she already knew and said that they’re trying at home to correct
her behavior as well. I’d expected, after talking to some of the other
teachers, for the family the deny that their little princess could ever do
anything like take a toy from someone without asking, or shove another kid to
the floor to get to the front of the line. Maybe it’s because I was talking to
the grandmother, and not the parents, but I was very pleasantly surprised. In
fact, all of the parents seem like perfectly reasonable people who understand
that their children are still very young, and cannot be expected to do
everything 100% correctly, 100% of the time.
Tonight Super Husband and I are going to La Bamba for dinner
with one of his friends. I can’t decide if I hope it’s an early night, or if I
want to be out late, thus giving myself an excuse to call in tomorrow… … No! Bad
Wonder Wife, bad.
Besides, if Korey can DJ until 2am and still make it
in to work at 8:30 the next morning then I’m sure I can force myself in
tomorrow, too.
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