It Had to Happen

I should have known that sooner or later I would get a phone call from the school saying that one of my boys had been sent to the Principal's office. I was laying on the couch with Ty, fighting off nausea, when the call came. It was Devin. I could tell something had happened because he could barely speak, and refused to talk to me about it on the phone. All he said was, "I had to go to the Principal's office". All the way to the school I was trying to imagine what had happened. Devin is not usually one to get in trouble, but he has a bit of a smart mouth, which gets him in trouble a lot at home. When I got to the office, Devin wasn't there, but Mrs. Caldwell, the principal, told me what had happened, and she seemed surprised that Devin had called me. She said that some of the 3rd graders, including Devin and Sawyer (a boy who has a tendency to rub Devin the wrong way), were playing baseball at recess. When the bell rang Devin's team was ahead by one point, but Sawyer wanted one last pitch. He hit it, giving his team the win..I guess...anyway. Mrs. Caldwell said that Sawyer followed Devin into the school bragging about his hit, and the win. And then Devin punched Sawyer in the stomach. I was pretty surprised at that, but Mrs. Caldwell said she talked with both the boys, and they seemed to be okay. But, obviously, Devin wasn't. When I talked to Dev, he said he had told Sawyer to "shut-up" a few times, but when he wouldn't he "sucker-punched him in the gut". After the boys went back to class the kids couldn't stop talking about it, and Devin was so embarrassed that he wanted to come home. I talked to him on the way home and told him that he had made the choice to hit someone, so he would have to face everyone talking at school. I let him eat two PB&H sandwiches and then I took him back. Chalk this one up to a good learning experience...I hope.

Easter '09

Happy Easter All! We had a great day....especially since the Easter Bunny came on Friday night and we didn't have to tear the kids away from their Easter baskets to get to church by 9:00am!!! I have always wanted to do the bunny thing on Saturday, but this was the first year we did, and I really liked it. But, first things first...on Wednesday we dyed eggs, on Friday we had an Easter Egg Hunt and dinner at Grandma and Grandpa Keime's house, and on Sunday we had dinner and ANOTHER egg hunt at Grandma and Grandpa Spalding's. Needless to day, we are candied out!

On Sunday morning I still wanted to do something to make the day special, so since I was subbing for the CTR 5 class, I did my lesson for the boys while they ate cinnamon rolls and had chocolate milk and OJ. It worked out perfect! I had the pictures of Jesus' death and resurrection and a glove to demonstrate the body and the spirit separating and reuniting again. It worked out pretty well, if I do say so myself. Except there always has to be a little kink in the works. Sam was upset that I had told that story AGAIN. Did I think he was stupid???? He already knew that story!!! Why did I have to tell him again????? Luckily by the time we got to church he had calmed down and we didn't have any more issues....at least not that I know of....I just hope he didn't ask his primary teacher if she thought he was stupid...

Dreams

Last night I had a dream that at church we were asked to write an essay on the government's part in the current economic situation. I went home and couldn't find a blank piece of paper ANYWHERE, so I took what looked like a potato chip bag, ripped it down the side and bottom, and flattened it out so I could write on it. I had writer's block for several frustrating minutes, and then the door bell rang. The bishop, the relief society president, the primary president, and several other people came into my house with food. But, they didn't just drop it off-no-they came in and sat down at the table!!! I had to clear off a bunch of junk so they would have somewhere to eat, and when I went to get plates, of course, they were all in the dishwasher and the dishwasher hadn't been started. Luckily, my Mom was there and she offered to wash some for me. Then to my absolute horror, the bishop got up to use the bathroom.....I screamed "NOOOOO", but nothing came out. As he walked down the hall the image of our pee stained, sewer smelling, covered-in-toothpaste, bathroom flashed through my mind. I heard the toilet flush a few minutes later, and then I woke up.

Hmmmm, today is Friday-cleaning day. Better get to it. At least I don't have to write the essay.