picture day

Today was picture day.  So I’m standing in the hallway with my cute little 1st graders who are primped and dressed in their finest.  Since today is the day I get the picture for my id badge, yours truly even did some extra primping this morning.  I did my hair.  I put on a little makeup.  Felt pretty good.

Until.

I was talking to one of my first graders telling him how nice he looked.  And he replied,

“You look like my Dad.’

Cinematic Moments

Do you ever have those times in your life where you think, “I feel like I’m in a movie.”

I know I have, drama and comedy alike.

Today was comedy.  Pure and wordless.

I went to check on the girl this morning (she’s a very slow morning person) and I found her like this:

Sitting atop her bed, in her faded Pottery Barn chair (also on top of her bed), mostly dressed except for her tee which was pulled down just far enough to have her nose peeking out from the neck hole.  Now I didn’t catch her mid dressing.  I’m pretty sure she’s been sitting that way for quite a while.  She slowly turned her head to look at me.  And I wordlessly walked away to finish my breakfast.

Numb

My days are filled with kids.  Mine.  Students.  Piano students.  Mine again.  They pretty much fill my head these days.  When I have that far away look in my eye, it means my brain has wandered into kid land.  My husband jokes that sometimes my body may be home but my head is still at school.  Which is true.  I even dream about school.

Which is good.  Sure beats dreaming about cancer.  And although I wear my sleeve almost every day, it’s just become something I do.  Cancer is moving further and further away.  I’m getting  used to the achy joints and eye issues.  I’m getting used to the new silhouette.

Except for one thing.  It’s all numb.  Most of the time it’s not noticeable, unless I’m eating popcorn and some of it lands on my chest.  Today I was canning some apple butter and reached up above my head to get a cooling rack.  A roasting  pan, 2 cast iron pans, and the top of a rice cooker fell on me.  Couldn’t feel a thing.

Dangerous, or my new super power?

Probably should be more careful.

Tales from the Kindergarten

So I walked into the office today and a little gentleman from Kindergarten was sitting there.

“Excuse me.  Excuse me.  Excuse me.  Excuse-”

“Yes, _____?”  I said.

“I bit a boy today!”

First, I’m thinking, why are you telling me this? and second, that this is not something that should be a source of pride.

“You did?  Is he alright?  Can’t go around biting people.”

“But I’m a vampire in the morning.  See my teeth?” as he shows me his canines.

I had to leave before I laughed.