Now, there was something that happened at work today that really irritated me. You see, a few weeks ago when I had to leave early because I was sick I had to split up my class because of course they won't send a sub for something like that. I had a fever and was just not feeling well at all.
Anyway, I asked all the teachers in my hallway and of course they all said yes. I mean, this is not something we tell each other no about because you never know when you're going to need the favor returned. I was trying to keep the number of students each of them would have to take at a minimum, so I went to ask the KG teachers, too.
Mind you all this time I'm still feeling like crap and the longer it takes to do this, the worse I feel. The first KG teacher agreed without hesitation, but the other KG teacher who is new to our building this year flat out refused. She sat there and was going to start a conversation about it, but I just said, ok and left. I didn't feel good and needed to find someone else to help me out. I did not have time for a debate.
It really hurt my feelings that she was not willing to help me out. I have never turned down one of my co-workers like that. Sure there are times I really don't want the extra kids, but we need to support each other. One of the third grade teachers ended up helping me out.
Well, this morning the aide for the KG teacher that had told me yes came to me with five children saying their teacher had to leave and they were going to be in my room. Ok, so first of all I was not asked I was told by an aide that I had to take them. This particular aide is not my favorite person either, but that's another story. But, I thought they were from that class so I said yes and took them in. Forget that this was a testing day in my classroom.
Then, I find out they were actually from the teacher who had told me no. WHAT???? And, I find out that she actually asked the other teachers herself. From what I gathered the aide thought this teacher had asked me, too and thought I knew the children were coming to me. Ok, so am I the only one seeing something very wrong here? Honestly, that was just low. I just don't get why she felt it necessary to refuse me and then had to act like a coward about asking me if I'd take her kids.
But, work is over for the week and I had a good day with my students, so I'm just going to enjoy my weekend now that I've vented and let it out. I left as soon as I could today and since Michaela did not have school I could pick them up right away without having to wait for the bus to get to the daycare center. I was in for a not so pleasant surprise there, too.
Caleb has a horrendous black eye. They called my school and left a message with the secretary there. Well, by the time the message got to me it was basically that Caleb had bumped his head, they'd put ice on it and he was fine. They had called Michael's cell phone and Michael had gotten the whole story, but I did not know that I was going to see what I saw.
It seems Caleb and another child were running races out on the play ground. At one point they manage to collide. The other boy's head made contact with Caleb's eye. The other boy has a small bump on his forehead, but as you can see by the picture in this post, my poor baby boy got the worst end of the ordeal. It's a pretty bad black eye, but it seems to just be a black eye. He says it still hurts, but it's not effecting the way he wants to play or anything so he'll probably be back to normal in a couple weeks. Of course it upset me more than it did Michael. I think it upset me more than it did Caleb.
Tonight I made spaghetti for supper and we hung out at home. Michael still is not feeling well and I'm feeling some fatigue. I think it has to do with Aunt Flo. It's about that time. Yippee. NOT. At least Aunt Flo isn't as bad as she used to be since my visit to my GYN last summer.
The rest of the weekend will be fairly quiet. The only thing besides church that is planned is World Thinking Day for girl scouts. It's on Sunday afternoon at the school that Michaela goes to for SOAR class.
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