So you had a bad day....
Kailey is getting 5 teeth all at the same time. The end result is that she is one cranky baby who can't sleep through the night. Two nights ago she "went to bed" at 11:00, was up at 1:30, 3:30, and 4:30. My wife works at the family dairy farm, so she gets up at 1:00 a.m. to go handle the morning milking. As a result, it falls on daddy.
So I spent all yesterday groggy and expecting to have a bad day. 30 minutes into the day one of my little boys calls me over and says, "Mr. Grant, there's poop on the floor!"
"Poop on the floor? Honey, there isn't poop on the fl....oh. There's poop on the floor."
A dainty little dime-sized nugget, with some more sitting on the chair that my little sped girl uses. As best we can tell she overflowed her diaper and, well, made some room the best she could.
That was the morning. In the afternoon one of my little girls, quite the drama queen, tells me she's tired. Unsympathetic, I send her back to her seat. A few minutes later she comes up bawling because she's sad because she doesn't know but boo-hoo I'm very sad and I want to yell at you about it, teacher. I don't do drama, so into the hallway she went. A few minutes later she comes in....
"Mr. Grant, I'm siBAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRFFFFF...."
....all over my shoes.
Then again, by the front door.
Then again, all over the wall on the way to the office.
Then again, in the office. I swear to God, she had to have puked her body weight.
So we started crappy and ended barfy, but I was so damned tired I didn't care. I think the Lord likes to send one of these days along every now and again to remind me of just how good the other days are.
Overall, it's an immature class this year, the kind I haven't had in quite a few years. Even the specialists are making comments. I think the Kindergarten teachers tried to protect the people who were new to first grade, which is fine, but when there's only one teacher who isn't new to the grade....you can see where that would go.
(As I post this, I notice that I've already used the "poop" tag before. Try that link--it's a good story!)
So I spent all yesterday groggy and expecting to have a bad day. 30 minutes into the day one of my little boys calls me over and says, "Mr. Grant, there's poop on the floor!"
"Poop on the floor? Honey, there isn't poop on the fl....oh. There's poop on the floor."
A dainty little dime-sized nugget, with some more sitting on the chair that my little sped girl uses. As best we can tell she overflowed her diaper and, well, made some room the best she could.
That was the morning. In the afternoon one of my little girls, quite the drama queen, tells me she's tired. Unsympathetic, I send her back to her seat. A few minutes later she comes up bawling because she's sad because she doesn't know but boo-hoo I'm very sad and I want to yell at you about it, teacher. I don't do drama, so into the hallway she went. A few minutes later she comes in....
"Mr. Grant, I'm siBAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRFFFFF...."
....all over my shoes.
Then again, by the front door.
Then again, all over the wall on the way to the office.
Then again, in the office. I swear to God, she had to have puked her body weight.
So we started crappy and ended barfy, but I was so damned tired I didn't care. I think the Lord likes to send one of these days along every now and again to remind me of just how good the other days are.
Overall, it's an immature class this year, the kind I haven't had in quite a few years. Even the specialists are making comments. I think the Kindergarten teachers tried to protect the people who were new to first grade, which is fine, but when there's only one teacher who isn't new to the grade....you can see where that would go.
(As I post this, I notice that I've already used the "poop" tag before. Try that link--it's a good story!)
Labels: barf, oh those kids, Poop
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