(Can ya tell I'm a quote person?)
Anyhow, remember a while back when I said I felt disaster lurking around the bend?
Disaster, thy name is December 18.
Why December 18th, do you ask?
On December 18th, of the total four staff that I have (one morning, one PM, two all day), three -- three -- will be out.
All three morning folks -- Aides S, T, and J -- will be out.
I have already asked the office if I can borrow aide #4 -- Aide Mrs. B -- in the morning and give my sub to her morning position just to have somebody who knows the kids.
And yet, I keep thinking: ALL THREE OF THEM WILL BE GONE.
Whattaya wanna bet that's the morning I wake up to a stolen transmission, four flat tires, and a dead battery?
(Meanwhile, having for the first time spent extensive time with Teacher R, a second grade teacher at our school, and her son L, I have discovered yet someone else with Down syndrome who chews their thumb. I am intrigued. Also? While I'm sure that L can be a royal hell raiser (you should hear his giggle!) he is absolutely utterly adorable, and I have decided that should anything happen to R, I will happily adopt him.)