Friday

I have a bunch of different ideas going around in my head right now and I can't decide what to write about. Should I write about the argument/discussion that the husband and I have been having for the past few days about appreciation and time off and the accompanying issues? Should I write about discovering the plethora of CDs that I thought were stolen with my car back in college and have re-introduced me to music I forgot existed? Maybe I should write about my Sunday plans in the city with my daughter and some fabulous ladies and their children and the nerves that currently accompany that outing? Or should I write about the fact that this day has not been fun so far and I'm hoping it gets better?

I'm going with the last one because the others will wait.......

I woke up this morning and I was feeling good. I exercised last night, which meant I showered last night, which meant I could sleep in this morning. My hair was ridiculous because I let it dry while I slept but it was nothing that a ponytail holder, some water and my blow dryer on low couldn't fix! I couldn't decide what to wear because all of my favorite white tees had been worn- or so I thought! I found one that fit perfectly and I threw that on with one of my cardigan sweaters, aka my teacher's uniform. And I headed out the door ready to grab my non-fat vanilla cappuccino Friday treat and enjoy my day because ALL of my classes were testing, forgetting I had NO GAS in my car! D'OH!

Ok, so gas had to be gotten. $50 later and my car was still not full....almost, but not completely. And now? No cappuccino....running late. Then I got stuck behind someone in one of those PT Cruisers who decided to ignore the 45 mile an hour speed limit and drive 30 the entire way into work. I made it to work on time and headed for the teachers' room to fill up the caffeine tank. I make my coffee and go to put the lid on. Our "fabulous" food service decided to order us miniature cups for coffee and therefore the lids we have don't fit. I proceed to make my way to my mailbox and spill coffee all over the place only to be greeted by the fact that there are 5 teachers our today! FIVE! That's RIDICULOUS!!!! My free periods? Somewhat non-existent because I'm covering classes. Ok, really, in the grand scheme this isn't so bad but it's Friday and it's been a long week, cut me a break.

First period rolls around and the first test of the morning. My students get to study for a bit, it helps. Tests go out and there is silence. They are concentrating. It's nice. I watch them like a Hawk. I DETEST cheating. HATE IT! A student calls me over for a question. The student behind him proceeds to crumple a paper, not his test paper, DUH. I get my first cheat sheet of the day. Fabulous! Test finished. Class over. Next period. Another class. Another test. No cheaters in this one. Test finished. Class over. Next period. Coverage. Seniors. They've checked out. They just don't care. And they're rude. Joy of Joys. I love teaching. I love teaching. I love teaching. I just don't like kids......

In the midst of all of this? The text message rolls in. It's from the husband. I know it's not going to be good news. It's early. He's working. The boy is sick. Fever. Great! The husband has given permission for Tylenol. Ok, good. My mind starts to reel. The past few weeks have been full of coughing. Not terrible coughing, but good hearty coughing. Now the fever. Is this the return of pneumonia? Or did it never leave? Text message back to the husband. Can he please bring the boy to my work for 2:30. I cannot leave today. We don't have enough teachers. I'm giving a test. I can't afford it. I'll lose pay. He has comp time. He's busy. He'll see. Seething now. Text message to grandma canceling our evening plans. We had family coming in tonight from Florida. We haven't seen them in months. I was excited. The kids love them. I love seeing them. Canceled. The boy is sick. I have a feeling we're heading to the pediatrician. That's the next phone call once this coverage is over. Once my lunch begins. Once this day starts to look up.

On the positive of all of this, because I'm doing my best to see the positives, it's Friday. It's Spring. Tomorrow is Saturday. We're having friends over tomorrow and now, my problem of figuring out when I'll make my supermarket trip for tomorrow's food is solved. Tonight, I'll be home. Tonight, the husband will be home. Tonight, the kids will be home. We'll miss seeing our family but we'll be together and I'll get to go to the supermarket without two children hanging off me or out of the cart. Tonight, we'll be able to curl up on the couch and watch a movie or two. We'll be able to enjoy each other's company and talk about the week we've had and the Friday that started to go bad but ended up going nice.