My afternoon went something like this:
Gabe asked for a bowl of oatmeal for a snack, oatmeal with butter, cream and brown sugar. He ate one bite and then a second. With the third bite, he tapped the spoon on the side of the bowl to get the drips off. When he did that, he flipped the bowl through the air and we had a slimy lake of oatmeal all over the floor.
While I was cleaning it up, one of the little girls ran through it and slid across the floor, banging into the leg of the table.
I listened to complaint after complaint from the big kids. This one cried, that one fussed, another one taunted, one teased, yet another cried, the tv was turned on and off and on. My insurance company returned my phone call with the news that my daughter's new nebulizer - previously covered at 100% - was now my responsibility. The Hubster called to ask me if I wanted to sell Mary Kay. I was given papers to sign, STAT. Some of the grades weren't so good, but I was assured that it wasn't the student's fault - it was because the teacher hated this student. Riley cried and Emma bugged her, and both were sent to sit on chairs in opposite rooms. One of them colored on the wall and one screamed at her not to do it. The Hubster called and asked me if I knew we were invited to a party on Saturday - a pool party. An indoor pool party, and I'm not going to be able to go. My swimsuit no longer fits. When I attempted to explain that a suit doesn't fit when the wearer is almost 50 pounds smaller, he didn't get it.
I yelled at my kids, and was reprimanded by a kid who is old enough to know better. My girlfriend cancelled our dinner out tomorrow night. I realized that I've not sent out memos to the class, in order to plan the Christmas party.
In short, it was a sucky afternoon. One of those things, though, crystalized something for me.