Dixie said last night at bedtime, "Daddy better hurry up and get to work on that before the volcano erupts." Uncertain as to what in the world she could be talking about, I looked over. She was pointing at her laundry basket.

She made a point. A good point.

Charlie has been licking things lately. You'll be getting a sweet hug around the arm or leg, then suddenly realize your backside, neck or arm is being slobbered upon. Last night I was on the laptop and I look over and he is licking my laptop cord. I told him he was going to die, but he just grinned.

With the afternoons too hot to do much, we've been playing a lot of Wii, especially the Wii Fit Plus and Wii Sports Resorts. I awoke this morning to find that my punching muscles are very sore.

Yesterday, Charlie insisted that he needed to play 'da wadder ball game' and we couldn't figure out what that was. His communication has gotten so much better. While he used to repeat the same words over and over with increasing volume, he can now find different words to try to get his thoughts across. He added, 'da wadder ball game wit da lava you go into and oooooooooh! die and den dey roll you over flat and you say aaaaaa!'

Oooh, the obstacle course.

It almost feels like parenting cheating, having them take turns on a 5 minute run, again and again until they're too tired to drive me crazy.

As little sleep as I get these days, I need every cheat I can get. I was up really late, anxious about the job interview I had. I didn't tell you about any job interview? Oh, that's because I had 3.75 hours of notice and was at work 3.25 of them.

My Tuesday morning: I play Wii fit games with the kids until it's time to leave for Sylvan and I throw on some clothes and head out the door. It wasn't even my shift--I was picking up for someone else-- and it's pretty casual in the summer. I have on slacks and a nice shirt, but no makeup, ponytail, etc.

On my way in the door, I get a phone call from a number I don't recognize. I almost ignore it, but decide I have an extra minute and should see who it is. It's a local elementary school, wondering if I can be there at 11:30 for an interview. My work shift ends at 12:30. They have spots at 11:30, 12, 12:30 and 1. I say that I'll be there at 1, but don't expect me to look fabulous.

I got there at 12:59 in my Birkenstocks with my purple toenail polish displayed for the world.

I know that I gave good answers to their questions, but there was an excessive amount of babble in between. Hopefully, they'll see through my nervous unpreparedness. They're hiring for 4th and 5th grade and I'll know Monday.

I about have myself convinced that there is absolutely no way on Earth that they are going to hire my rambling, scatterbrained self, but one can always hope.


Anonymous said...

Oma and Papa were praying for you as went into that interview.

Love ~ ~ Papa

Linda P. said...

What they don't understand is that a 4th or 5th grade classroom will be a piece of cake compared to what you've been doing the last few years!