Bugs

School is finally finished for today, I actually wasn't sure that it would ever come to a close. But, alas here I sit footloose and fancy free, until tomorrow. I am starting to sound like I don't enjoy teaching my children and that isn't true, but somedays it feels a bit like hitting your head against a cement wall.... multiple times!!!!! These are the days when my sweet first grader doesn't understand a thing I am saying, because she is worried that a big bug will come into our classroom. The days when my sweet Sam doesn't give a flying fig if I am the one in control, he's going to do what he wants anyway. The days when one more assignment makes my hormonal daughter roll her eyes (again), and my ever inquisitive middle son just can't stop asking questions. These are the days that make my head spin and patience grow. I'm blaming the weather, because it's a lot easier than blaming myself. It has been hot in the morning and stormy in the afternoon. I'm not complaining, it is a LOT cooler, but it is causing my kids to act like crazy people. Someone has to back me up here, there has to be a study somewhere verifying my weather theory. Until I find out that my theory is unfounded I refuse to take the blame for my children's unruly behavior....... simply because I don't want to.

So a story about a bug....... big, huge, black, flying insects like to make their way into our classroom. I don't know why, it isn't particularly a beautiful or inviting place, but the fact remains, at least one a day comes in. We have a routine when this small aircraft comes buzzing in, we jump up, scream really loud, duck down (so as not to get hit by it) and run out. When we are all safely out, we look for someone to go in and rid the room of our flying friend. Once the bug is properly disposed of, school resumes and everyone is happy. Today everything happened in the order I described above, but when we ran out, no one could be found to go back in and "take care" of the situation. I decided I would show my children what a courageous mom I was and I stormed back into the room with fire in my eyes and a broom in my hand. I was ready for a fight, but I couldn't find the bug, I looked everywhere, I still have no idea where he went, but after a thorough investigation I called everyone back into class and declared the room safe. Nattie was not convinced, she needed evidence, and when none could be produced she quietly whimpered the rest of the day. the bug was bad enough, the whimpering was pure insanity, but when the girl decided it would be beneficial to scream out every now and again because she thought she saw something....... well, that was when I lost my mind. I was jittery the rest of the day thinking that bug was going to jump out and get me, thanks to a six year old with an active imagination. I hope tomorrow will be a bug free day!