Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Usual, and Unusual, Craptastic

Well, the teacher and I just plain ignored each other. I *did* see a difference, though, and I think she pulled a little passive-aggression on me. Today, when the kids acted up and got too loud, instead of screaming at them (as Josie told me she had been doing before I got there), she made them all go up and sit on the front rug with her while she talked to them. Eventually, she let the girls go, but she made the boys stay with her. She knew I was waiting for T, to read with him. She kept him with her. Still, it was an improvement. Then, she ended reading time early. Argh.

Now, for the crap: Stephen, the boy up the road, told Josie that this is the anniversary of his mother's death. Unfortunately, I didn't know that until tonight, so when he asked this afternoon if he could read with me today, I told him no because he read with me last time. CRAP. How small do I feel? I want to run down the road and grab him and squeeze him. Sigh.

Now, for the truly terrible: my SIL told me this morning that one of the boys at her church, age 7, had a stroke this morning and it has destroyed his brain. She didn't know any more than that, but really, that's enough.

The one bright spot: Josie's friend's mom got home from a tour in Iraq yesterday, in one piece. Thank heavens.

8 comments:

d e v a n said...

Geez, what a day.

Hotch Potchery said...

Yikes.

Not Your Aunt Bea said...

Yowzer! At least she's changed her ways (even if only for the time you are there). I feel bad for Stephen and the child with the stroke. Children should not have to experience pain like that.

creative kerfuffle said...

what a sad day.

Shelly Overlook said...

A 7 year old can have a stroke? That is so wrong. Poor baby.

Cherish said...

OMG That stroke part got me. Sounds like you've had a rough day.

Susiewearsthepants said...

Good grief woman. Where is the black cloud that surely must be hanging over you lately! I hope things get better. If not, there is always alcohol.

Stimey said...

Oh, man. I'm sorry it was such a tough day.