I subbed today. Today was alright, I suppose. This group of kids was pretty annoying, to be honest. There were only five kids in the classroom, but they were just really hyper and didn't seem to have much discipline or structure. They kind of just got to do whatever they wanted. Whenever I tried to do something, the teacher had some comment about why they didn't do it that way, or what I needed to do instead. She wasn't really rude about it. She didn't say it in a nasty tone of voice. But it wasn't like I was just taking over. I started to lower the blinds at naptime and they didn't do that. I turned of the lights at naptime, and when it was time to go outside, and they didn't do that. I was told to wash my hands before handling food, even though I just had. I took the chairs off a table at the end of naptime, and went to just wash the table off (because the chairs sometimes leave a little funky residue from where they sat on the table), and I was told the kids eat snack over at the other table. It just got really annoying. I felt like saying, "Listen. This isn't my first rodeo, ok? The world won't stop turning because I turn off the lights or lower the blinds or wipe off a table. I'm just trying to help, geez." In this class today there was only one little girl, and she was really snotty most of the time. Another little boy spent half the day having some kind of hissy fit about one thing or another, just screaming at the teacher, and she did very little to stop it. It was so frustrating...but I understand completely that is typical of 3 year olds. Most people call it "terrible twos," but for over a decade, I've been calling it "terrible threes."
One good thing about school today, was that I saw two of my sweet little kidlets from last year, and THREE of my kidlets from year before last. They were all happy to see me, and that made me feel so good! They are all getting so big, and I miss them so much. I get so attached to those little ones. I just wish I could put them in my pocket and hang onto them forever.
I worked 8-4 and 4 o'clock FINALLY rolled around. I came straight home, enjoyed a glass of wine, and the last little bit of Ellen. Husband came home shortly after, and we had a nice rainstorm for about 30 minutes. It rained really hard, so I know I won't need to water my garden today. Then I made a really nice dinner for us. I've been feeling really depressed and stressed lately, so I decided the other day to do something that really cheers me up: cooking. I haven't really made any kind of new recipe in a few weeks...just sort of been throwing things together, making the same things I've made before, etc. I wanted to pull out some cookbooks and actually have some new recipes to try. We celebrate "Taco Tuesday" at my house. Tonight for dinner, I made a "Sour Cream Chicken Enchilada" recipe I got from Gooseberry Patch. It was delicious, as is everything I've ever made by Gooseberry Patch. I served it with chips and salsa, a small salad, and some saffron rice. It was a nice dinner with the family, and everyone loved it. After just a couple bites, Daughter informed me I have to make that dinner again. She said it was "fabulous." There isn't much that brings me as much pleasure as cooking a great meal for my family. It's one of the few things that I feel like I can do really well. Plus, I enjoy it. I think it's a lot of fun. We were supposed to have pizza for lunch at school, and as it turns out we had chicken tacos, so that was kind of fun to have two Mexican dishes today on "Taco Tuesday."
Last night after dinner, I took a shower and got in bed. I did a few things on the computer, watched a little TV, and managed to go to sleep without any medicinal help, and actually slept fairly well. I had a very hard time waking up this morning, though. I hit the snooze button for 45 minutes before I was able to finally drag myself out of bed. Anyway. I hope I can get another good night's sleep like that again, and maybe get to sleep a little longer tomorrow morning since I don't have to work tomorrow.
I'm conflicted on whether or not to go to my co-worker's funeral tomorrow. When I think about not going, I sort of feel guilty. But then again, I feel uncomfortable with the idea of going. We didn't know each other at all. In fact, for a while that morning, I wasn't even completely sure who I was subbing for that day. I just kind of feel like maybe I shouldn't go. Like...it isn't my place or something. The family has my deepest sympathies...I just feel like it is wrong or something if I go. It's hard to explain. I don't know what else to say.
Well, I guess it's time to dim the lights and crawl into bed. I so hope I can have another restful night's sleep like I did last night...but I'd like to maybe sleep a bit longer.