Let me apologize for the brevity of this particular entry. I taught the 4 year old class at preschool this morning, and I don't mean that I volunteered or helped out, I mean that I was the substitute teacher. Do you remember the special treatment we gave subs back when we were in school? Yeah. Karma. Not that I ever personally tortured a substitute, but I can't say I never took advantage of a situation that involved a more permissive (more clueless) instructor. So I am mentally and physically wiped out tonight and have been since I lost control of the kids at 9:25 this morning. I did regain the control (a few times) but it was an epic battle. I won. Crafts got done, the room got cleaned, no one got injured, and only one cried. Success, of a sort. I hope one of them might have even learned.
Dennis quote of the day: "hey, Gran, do you know what I love about my room? I love dumping out all my toys everywhere, all over the floor, and being MESSY!.". Not that this was any surprise to me. Moment of the week: Dennis spied a Christmas decoration I missed. He told me "let's stand under the mistletoe, Mommy, and I will give you a BIG kiss." I did, and he did, and we both left smiling. I almost hated to take it down.
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