I love having Mondays off. Nothing too wild to report here, Mollie had the weekend off too, so our empty nest is not so empty. No problem, she’s fun to have around. I did well on my weight this week, losing just over a pound. Nick seemed pleased, but I felt it was important to send him the following email:
I didn't tell you the full reason I lost last week. The reason I care enough to really bear down the last part of the week was because you made me interested again. Please don't stop. Whether it's the plug, a spanking, or something else sometime during the week it's just a great way to keep my focus. I don't want to lose out on a spanking or anything because I've done good. So please keep me in mind - love you.
Of course Mollie has been here since then so we’ll have to wait to see if take me up on this. Mollie did have to head back to her college town to keep the nursery at church Sunday morning and we were alone for a little while before we were heading to his mom’s for lunch. I was thinking what a great time it would be for a real spanking – with Mollie gone and just before we headed up to the feast. Maybe we’re starting to get on the same wavelength. He did pick up the toy sword we have and gave me a few playful swats – but I really wanted him to take five minutes (maybe less) and spank me! You know take the time to stop and say ‘I’m doing this and I want your full attention.’ But we’re getting there, and I appreciated the thought.
Now I want to share three school stories with you – the things you have to laugh about or you just have to break down and cry.
This was from a few years ago. We were meeting with the mother of a boy who was just not trying regardless of how we tried to help him. Our guidance councilor was saying:
“We know you are encouraging him at home, his teachers are trying their best, I’ve been working with him too, but he just won’t put forth any effort. You know the saying, ‘You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.’ Your son just isn’t drinking.
To which the mother replied, “Yeah, that is one good thing about the boy. He ain’t never been one to drink.”
Sigh … thank you ma’am, we now know the problem and we can’t help you.
Then there was this little fellow last year. I was trying to take roll one morning, while I was also taking up money for a fund raiser, the phone in my room had interrupted me twice and I was running a little behind when a boy came up to in and began in a conspiratorial whisper –
“Ms PK, I needed to ask you something. You see last weekend my dad when to South Carolina to see his mama. Well, it’s not really his mama, it’s really his step-mama, but when his daddy run off he stayed with her, ‘cause no body knew where his daddy had run off to. So last week he went to see her, cause he likes to fish there and ‘cause she’s a really good cook. And I couldn’t go with him because of school and all. So anyway she sent him back with a bunch of country ham and this morning my mama cooked some up for breakfast, cause we really like it. Well, my little brother don’t – he says it’s too hard. But I really like it. It’s really salty and I like that. I ate three pieces this morning and like I said it was really salty and so what I wanted to ask you was, can I go get a drink of water?
And then finally last Friday, end of the week, looking forward to a long weekend. I asked one of my girls if she would change the date for me. All smiles she headed to the board, remembered that we were going to be off on Monday and trying to make sure she had counted correctly she asked me,
“Will Tuesday be the 35th?”
You can’t make this stuff up folks – I hope some of you got a laugh from this, I know my fellow teachers out here are just sighing right along with me.