The After School Thread

I can't imagine having kids right now. The thought of having to be a responsible adult and be an example is terrifying.

I'm 35 and I can attest that it is terrifying. I cannot believe I have 3 little people who I have to be completely responsible for. It's mind boggling.

I got my kid's IEP meeting. Home, back to school to pick up daughter from theater, home then supper, and back to school for a Band Boosters meeting. Son has basketball practice at the same time as the meeting. Then home.

...says the School Nurse!

I get that a lot from my friends and fellow coworkers.

I want to do nothing when I get home... Instead it will be a repeat of yesterday. Kids, homework, dinner, dishes, bath, bed.

Hubby is off work today, the oldest son is off as well, so goodness knows what is waiting on me when I get home.

I missed this!

Every Christmas season our PTF gives all teachers & staff a "paid half day for Christmas shopping" as a gift. A PTF person comes in and works for us voluntarily but I didn't think I would be able to do it this year as there was no medical parent available. But, about a month ago a mom who'd let her RN license lapse while she raised her kids stepped up and said she'd like to start subbing. YAY!

She's fantastic and did great with training and allowed me to take my half day off for "shopping" yesterday afternoon.

Shopping for me is defined as: going home, changing into my stretchy pants, stretching out on the couch ALONE with horribly unhealthy snacks (yes, hot wings and diet lemonade), and watching 90 Day Fiancee and The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Killing my brain cells and arteries in one swoop. It was everything I thought it could be.

Sadly, I had to return for a 3:30 teacher/parent/principal/nurse meeting. Boo! Hiss!

Picked up salads for dinner to combat my lunch choice. Drove my pre-teen daughter to volleyball where she promptly had her first anxiety attack in the parking lot (where did THAT come from??). Drove her BACK home, crying her eyes out (ohmigah...she's the WORST ever volleyball player in the whole entire universe and she's completely letting her team down and she can NEVER go back..aaahhhh!). Nothing I could say would bring her back from the brink of despair and I realize now I need some kind of counseling or therapy degree if she's just now knocking on 12 years old and we have many years of teen angst to come. #FixItJesus

Yesterday?

Gym, walk the dog, lay on the couch while my boyfriend made dinner, eat dinner, sit by the tree, read, bed.

Today?

The kids have an early dismissal at 12:30. So once they're gone I plan on attempting to clean, restock and reorganize the nightmare my office has become during this busy week. Try and duck out a half hour early. Walk the dog. Go shopping for my work Secret Santa. Laundry. Cook something tasty for dinner. Drink a glass of wine and probably fall asleep on the couch.

I am so excited for the weekend, you can call me Rebecca Black.

I missed this!

Every Christmas season our PTF gives all teachers & staff a "paid half day for Christmas shopping" as a gift. A PTF person comes in and works for us voluntarily but I didn't think I would be able to do it this year as there was no medical parent available. But, about a month ago a mom who'd let her RN license lapse while she raised her kids stepped up and said she'd like to start subbing. YAY!

She's fantastic and did great with training and allowed me to take my half day off for "shopping" yesterday afternoon.

Shopping for me is defined as: going home, changing into my stretchy pants, stretching out on the couch ALONE with horribly unhealthy snacks (yes, hot wings and diet lemonade), and watching 90 Day Fiancee and The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Killing my brain cells and arteries in one swoop. It was everything I thought it could be.

Sadly, I had to return for a 3:30 teacher/parent/principal/nurse meeting. Boo! Hiss!

Picked up salads for dinner to combat my lunch choice. Drove my pre-teen daughter to volleyball where she promptly had her first anxiety attack in the parking lot (where did THAT come from??). Drove her BACK home, crying her eyes out (ohmigah...she's the WORST ever volleyball player in the whole entire universe and she's completely letting her team down and she can NEVER go back..aaahhhh!). Nothing I could say would bring her back from the brink of despair and I realize now I need some kind of counseling or therapy degree if she's just now knocking on 12 years old and we have many years of teen angst to come. #FixItJesus

Praying it's a one time deal for you. You could always sub here, I get ALL counselor issues, as we have no counselor. On the job training.

We have no counselor either but I'm gunning for one. I don't even try to pretend to be one anymore. I'm hopeless.