“Not Me” Monday, episode #2
I did NOT go to the ER the other night with a 103-degree fever, dressed in my pj’s, black non-skid footwarmers and brown suede clogs. And further I did NOT decide, after my chest x-ray, to return home sans bra because I was so tired. Nooooo … not me. Nope. Innocent, I swear.
There’s no reasoning with a sick child
Both kids have bronchitis and fevers. Today, sniffling through a 102-degree temperature and cough and looking quite pitiful, Mikaela asked: “Mama, can I go ride my tricycle?”
I replied, “No, baby, not today – you’re sick. Why don’t you go play in your room?”
Mikaela: “I don’t feel like it. I’m too sick.”
“Not Me!” Monday, episode #1
In the tradition of other bloggers, I will join in for “Not Me!” Monday.
“Not Me!” Monday is all about something that you did NOT do. Noooooo … not you. Get it?
So. Today, I was schlepping all around campus, trying to track down the person to whom I give my timesheet, when nature called. Must’ve been the liter of Coke. Anyway, before making my next stop, I popped into the restroom in the computer lab. It reminded me of my elementary school’s restroom, complete with the small tile with nasty-looking grout. I proceeded into a stall and was face-to-face with what was surely the nastiest toilet on campus. So, I proceeded to … um … hover. Let’s just say I did NOT somehow magically miss the toilet and pee on my flip-flop-shodden foot. NO, not me.
And further, this is NOT the very same toilet I accidentally fell onto once after attempting to hover while wearing a 35-pound backpack on my back (because, ugh, it wasn’t going on that nasty floor). No, not me.
And later upon returning home and recounting this tale that did NOT happen to my loving spouse, did he NOT chime in and exclaim that he’d peed on his foot today too!
Apparently the Plemons need target practice. Or, uh, NOT.
Kids’ school
So, the kids are both in kindergarten this year, I’m sure I’ve mentioned. They’re attending a private school and boy is my pocketbook hurting! But the kids seem to be doing great.
They’re using the ABeka Christian curriculum, the same that I grew up using. I love it. Right now they’re working on their handwriting and bringing home homework to practice. Oh, boy that’s like pulling teeth. Slowly but surely they’re getting it, though.
The teacher stopped me the other day when I was on my way out the door to tell me how well my kids were doing and that Mikaela was doing just fine in Kindergarten (she’s 4 but they allowed her to start on K early), and that Gabriel was doing a good job also. That made my heart happy. At least if I can’t teach them myself, they’re in a good, nurturing Christian school with a very small class size and a veteran teacher. I’d love to homeschool again sometime in the future, if only our finances would allow me to do so. I guess we’ll see how that pans out.
Wow
I am a lab aide in my school’s anatomy lab. My job is to make sure the students don’t steal our lab models and charts, as well as answer any questions the students may have. That is ALL. But some of the students don’t seem to get that. Here’s a conversation with a woman I had today:
mid-40s woman, heaving backpack onto floor in front of me: so-and-so said you were a tutor and that I could come see you and that you would tutor me.
Me: I’m a lab aide. I can answer any questions that you might have.
Woman: well, I was told that you would help me.
Me: I can’t help you until I know what you’re having issues with.
Woman: Well, I have an antatomy and physiology test Monday.
Me: ….
Woman: You know our professor, Mr. so-and-so? He told me to print off the power point and study it.
Me: I’m not familiar with that professor. What exactly is it you’re having problems with?
Woman: Well, I was told to come hear and you’d tutor me for this test.
Me: Have you studied at all?
Woman: I read it but I can’t understand it.
Me: Well, I can’t help you unless you have specific questions.
Woman: Well, I guess I’m unclear about what your role is here (didn’t I just tell her?!?).
In other words, the woman was coming in to the anatomy lab for the very first time 3 days before her test and wanting me to teach her everything she needed to know. Seriously? How about studying like everybody else? She acted all huffy with me the entire time. The gall of some people!
