ONE WEEK DOWN AND COUNTING

I made it and I'm pooped. My first week of a working full-time is behind me. The last time I got up at 6:00 every morning, I had a baby to feed. That was 10 years ago. This schedule is going to take some time to get use to. So glad we have a 3-day weekend. I have met so many people this week that my head is swimming with names. I brought home an annual from last year to try to put faces and names together.

The week was good, but not without a little drama. The gal that trained me was great. She was with me on Monday and Tuesday and things were busy yet relatively smooth for the first days of school. On Wednesday, the 4-year-old son of a teacher hit his head on cement at preschool. The dad was totally shaking. He brought him back to school with him where he proceeded to start throwing up. Of course, he had a concussion. He's fine now. We arranged for clean up and a last minute substitute and all was well. On Thursday, we had the drug dogs come through. I don't care how honest and clean you are, they are still intimidating. When they went past my desk, I kept thinking "What if they smell my dog on me and react?" Also, the air conditioning went out in the school. Most of my day was spent writing maintenance orders, fielding the "My room is hot" calls from the teachers, and sweating. Then the icing on the cake was on Friday when the assistant principal brings me a file called "severe weather" and goes over it with me. It was very organized with all the procedures, signs for parents as to where there children were, etc. This was to be my responsibility. Who knew that a little after 3 p.m. that afternoon a storm would blow in and we would have to go into that mode. We got crowded with parents trying to get their kids out before it was declared. When "severe weather" is declared, we move to the library and set up 4 stations with computers to streamline the process of getting almost 800 kids release to their parents. We have to pull up each child's name, see what room they are in and compare the parents ID with what is on their emergency form. We got set up in there and I'm thinking this is a pretty good plan.....wait, all the computers go down. The network for the whole school district crashed. Plan B...the Principal's secretary brings in her accordion files with the hard copy of every child's enrollment sheet and we check it off manually. And they are not alphabetized with the the letter. (They will be next week if I have to do it myself.) It was going to take forever. I was so happy when the weather subsided about 10 minutes later and we could just say GO HOME before it starts again. Everyone kept asking me if I was going to come back next week. We will see........

My 10-year-old had grass drill tryouts for football this week. He is quite the athlete and one of the coaches really wants him on his team. Since this was the look-see for the coaches before drafting, he wrote me and told me to tell Connor to just put in about 75%. I can't do that. I am not going to tell my child not to do his best on anything. He said that he saw the coach at tryouts and he kept telling him to slow down. This guy is a good guy and coach. His team won the Little League Super Bowl last year. Hub really wants our son to be on his team, but I refuse to tell him to cheat. The boys are 10, people. "Teach your children well."