Want: One More Day

I had a list.

I checked it often.

I scratched off:

get crown,

go on lunch date,

Wal-Mart,

laundry,

monthly reports,

put away books,

first college visit,

cheer at double-header.

I made muffins for breakfast,

and I went to a planning meeting for summer school.

I even DUSTED. cleaned the floors.

I cleaned the floors.

 

But I didn’t

catch up on “This Is Us”,

or plan for April.

What’s worse, I didn’t even attack my “to read” stack.

 

I want one more day!

 

SOL

Help

Why are we embarrassed to ask for help?

What is it about asking for help that makes us feel weak?

Inadequate?

Inferior?

When did society deem it unacceptable to ask for help?

Why did admitting you need help feel shameful?

 

In school, we encourage kids to ask for help.

We celebrate when kids ask for help.

We force them to ask peers for help before we address their need ourselves.

 

Why does it feel wrong to ask for help?

Why will I do everything I can to not to admit to needing help?

Will I ever learn that others can be blessed when I ask them for help?

When will I accept that needing help is a part of being human?

 

Sometimes,

I need help.

It’s ok to ask for help when I need it.

Asking for help doesn’t make me weaker.

Asking for help makes me stronger.

SOL

 

 

 

Ummm…Excuse Me?

I try to keep my blog positive.  I feel like everyone has enough of their own worries that they don’t need to read my blog and hear mine.  So this is your warning.  I am about to rant.  Feel free to leave now.  I completely understand.  No hard feelings.

You are still here.  Great.  Here is my issue.  Sometimes, being a mom is in conflict with being a teacher.  Today was one of those days.

Last night, my boys arrived home from their baseball game at 11:00 pm.  Dad is the coach for the school team.  Both boys went.  Both boys played.  I could not go.  I was over 3 hours away for work.  When they got home, Max asked if they could miss first and second hour because the substitute band teacher was bringing somebody in to give a concert.  I said, “Sure.”  It was 11:00.  I had been up since 4:00 am.  I wasn’t thinking too well.  I figured I was tired.  They were tired.  They could miss a concert.  We take our boys to concerts.  I was not concerned with them missing this one.

This evening my husband comes home from practice and the first words out of his mouth to me are, “Teacher told Assistant Principal, who told Athletic Director, who told the Assistant Coach, who told me that the Head Coach’s boys need to be at school on time like all the other players even when they have an away game and come home late.”

Ummmm… excuse me?  He didn’t even make the decision.  I did.  If you have a problem with a parenting decision that I make, come to me.  Don’t go to everyone and their brother.  Yes, kids need to be at school.  I am well aware.  I can quote you chapter and verse the reasons why kids need to be in school. However, the last time I checked, they were my kids.

So, was I wrong?  Maybe.  Should I have made them go?  Probably.  But the last time I checked, missing two hours of instruction will not cause my kids to be delinquents.  And, last week, their report cards were sent home.  Said kid had all A’s and one B+.

Rant over.

SOL

Why Spring Break?

Why Spring Break?

to get a crown,

to have a lunch date with a friend and a get her a new “do”

to go to Wal-Mart–again

to dust the house-I think I last did when I put away the Christmas tree

to clean the floors and the bathrooms-ick!

to do monthly reports

to put away my books

to plan for April

to go on our first college visit

to attack my “to read” stack

to catch up on “This Is Us”

to do endless loads of laundry

to actually make my kids breakfast before they go to school

to cheer at a double header baseball game

to attend a planning meeting about summer school
This is why spring break!

SOL

 

Erin’s Sonnet 43

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) was a romantic poet that penned the famous Sonnet 43:  How Do I Love Thee?.  I have used it as a mentor text to write a sonnet of my own for my husband, Scott.  Today, we are celebrating his birthday.  There will be presents and cake.  🙂

 

How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.

You are my own personal tech guru.  There is nothing that you can’t fix.

You leave me love notes on the bathroom mirror on my desk.

You put our family first.

You have built strong relationships with our boys.

You provide for everything we need and want.

You enjoy eating out and don’t mind to do so when I don’t feel like cooking.

You know when I need ice cream.

You like celebrating the small things.

You are discerning.

You pay the bills so I don’t have to think about money, budgets, and numbers.

You use scissors on Rosie when you need to. (https://stepsintheliteracyjourney.wordpress.com/2017/03/08/love/)

You don’t mind using the carpet shampooer and you will vacuum the stairs.

You tell me I’m beautiful.

You come up behind me when I’m cooking, wrap your arms around me, and kiss my neck until I giggle.

You keep me grounded.

You have a sexy radio voice.

You are my own personal weatherman and will give me the forecast in your sexy radio voice.

You pursued me even when I made it EXTREMELY difficult.

You put up with me breaking up with you before finals week every semester of college that we dated.

You accept that I have a book hoarding issue and you don’t say silly things like, “Don’t you think you have enough books?”

You are always on my side when it feels like no one else is.

You know the actual lyrics to songs and don’t have to invent them like I do.

You know everything about the 80s and are willing to share your wealth of knowledge with me.

You will watch The Sound of Music with me, even though you strongly dislike musicals.

You shared your love of baseball with me and were patient with me bringing a book to read to games until I could fall in love with it, too.

You are a fierce competitor when it comes to coaching and you stick up for your players

You put God first in your life.

You make me laugh.  Our house is filled with laughter.

You are my best friend.

.

SOL

Poetry

This week I was working in one of my primary buildings.  The last time I had been there–about a month ago–we had written poetry units of study.  This week I was surprised to see first graders poems up and down the hall.  They were excited to show off their poems to me.  I wanted to share them with you.  They are each a wonder!