Friday, May 28, 2010

Mistakes With Good Intentions

My poor husband made a big mistake on Mother's Day.

Some husbands forget the day entirely. Some choose a terrible gift, such as dish washing gloves or a work-out video. My husband, however, made the most terrible mistake of all.

He bought me a manicure, pedicure,Swedish massage and European facial.

My life will never be the same. I always love to have a manicure and pedicure, but it was the first time I'd ever had a massage and a facial. How will I do without them? Already, my back is starting to feel tense and I crave the hands of an expert to put it right again.

Part of me wishes I could go back, to when massages and facials were just things other people did. Then I wouldn't be tempted to spend the money. But that time is past. I am one of "those" people now.

Thanks, Honey. My gift was great!

Beth's body - 1
Mike's gift - 1
Excess funds saved - 0

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Lock Down

A scary thing happened at school on Friday.

Just after third lunch, the principal came over the P.A. and told us we were in lockdown. If it is a drill, they warn us ahead of time. This was not a drill.

I'm proud to say I reacted calmly and rationally. I locked the door, covered the windows herded the students into a back corner against the wall and turned out the lights. They were understandably frightened, as was I.

The worst part, in my opinion, was that we had no idea what was going on. About ten minutes after lockdown occurred, my husband called. My mother was driving by and saw about twenty police cars outside the school. They had every entrance blocked. She freaked out and called Mike, who called me. I shared this knowledge with the students, who immediately ceased their whispering. Police with rifles ran by and banged on each door, testing it. To give them confidence, we came up with a game plan on what we would do should someone try to get in and hurt us. I readied my chair by the door to use as a weapon. The students unanimously agreed that playing dead was the best option.

We sat in the dark for forty minutes. It was hard to believe this was happening. Most teachers go their entire careers without a lockdown. It only took me four. Eventually, they lifted the lockdown. We found out that students saw someone acting suspiciously on the third floor, and that he may have had a weapon. The police found nothing during their search. Everyone was safe, for which I am so thankful.

This lockdown took place after the second lunch food-fight and before a bus driver was taken by ambulance to the hospital.

It was an eventful day at work.

And I drank a lot last night.

Beth and the rest of the high school - 1
Fear - 1

Sunday, May 9, 2010

My Mother

I dedicate this entry to my mother.

There are so many things I love about her. I love how intelligent she is, and how she shares that love of knowledge with everyone around her. I know if I have a question about ANYTHING, I can ask her. If she doesn't know, she'll hurry to her home library to look it up. And I love how she turns to a book before the Internet.

I love what a good listener she is. She never makes me feel as though I'm boring her with my relentless work or family stories. She listens and gives advice when I ask it. She also knows when to give me sympathy instead of advice. It is instinctive, and perfect.

I love that she doesn't mind when I call her several times a day. I like to know what is going on in her life. I like sharing my life with her. Even if we talk for two minutes, it is comforting.

I love that my mother has read all of my novels. She makes notes and suggestions. She is honest with me about the failures and successes of each one.

I love the way my mother smells. She has that "mommy" smell that is perfect all of the time. I've tried her perfumes, but they never smell the same on me. Each hug is a breath of comfort.

I love the way she takes such an interest in my children. She plays with them. She takes them interesting places. She teaches them, she spoils them. She is the perfect combination between a parent and a grandparent. They know their limits in her house, but also know she'll give them a gumdrop if they ask.

I love how she treats my husband the same way she would one of her children. It shows me she feels he is part of the family.

Her house is my house. I haven't lived at home for nine years (minus 8 months about four years ago) but it still feels like home. She makes it familiar and loving.

My mother values family. She cries with me. She laughs with me. She parents me when I need it. She is a best friend to me.

I hope my mother knows how much I value her. How much I love her. For despite the lengthiness of this email, there really aren't words to tell her how wonderful she is.

Happy Mother's Day Mommy. I love you!


My Mom - 1
No comparison this time.