Goodness . . .

Well, as you can imagine, I've been cooped up in my classroom for the last 5 straight days in a row anxiously preparing for all the little kidos to come . . . ON MONDAY!
Thursday I received my class roster . . . 23.

I'll admit, a little more than I had anticipated, but I had accepted it by 2:00 pm and was well on my way to cleaning my room for "Meet the Teacher" that night.

I was pleased with the turn out and really excited to see all the cute little faces enter the door. (Yet, another reason I love to teach this age . . . their genuine enthusiasm and excitement to be in school. Their faces really do say it all.)

There were a few no shows, but all in all the evening was most successful.

My assistant and I were busy shutting down the computers and turning out the lamps when all of the sudden 3 boys and their mother walk in the door. The two older boys were a set of large twins. They followed the younger one in- immediately to the Housekeeping Center.

I watched in horror as the younger one grabbed and pulled things out of the center and tossed them to another spot. Completely ignoring this, the mother says to me, "Hi! This is so-in-so and he's just been added to your roster!"
Immediately I think to myself, crap . . . 24 . . . though, by the looks of his behavior, 27.

Still ignoring her child, now climbing over the center shelves, she proceeds to inform me that her little boy is "something else" and that if she "would have had him first," she "would have stopped there."

Wonderful.
By this point, it was evident to me 27 was now 32.

I forced the (clearly fake) smile on my face as I waved good-bye to them all.

On the way home, I thought about how "The (Mobley) Mom's" school was going through the same thing, and I had a hard time deciding which was being spit out faster around here . . . houses or babies? Unfortunately, neither is helping my class size.

I see God has decided it is time to challenge my teaching abilities . . . yet again.

Here goes nothing . . .