I’m wearing my custom made salwar kameez. She had it made for me in India. It fits beautifully and looks really amazing.
Now I’m going to get fat! Damnit! I figure I am going to live in this outfit until I outgrow it on principle. 🙂
I feel like crap and I’m being very frank about this with the kids. I’m not being my normal walking-around self. So when kids are talking out of turn or sleeping I don’t feel like getting up to smack their desks how I normally do. So instead, I brought in a squirt bottle. It has fantastic range. I have proven that I can get basically every desk in the room.
The kids love it. They laugh when they get hit, but then they knock off their crap. A threat is often enough to get them to stop. I think this is so funny.
My coworkers are shocked and dismayed that I want to leave off teaching public school to homeschool my children. They believe that my actions are why the system is failing. Uhm, maybe I am acting the way I am because the system is failing–I hardly believe I carry the weight of all the blame.
Academic detention still sucks. But at least 15 students have already pulled up their grades to passing. Only 26 to go… (Passing meaning a C or better.)
It’s amazing that I can cry all the way to school and then turn it off and be fine in front of the kids. Then fall to pieces again when they leave.
Got to tell the kids today that everything smells way more strongly so I need them to take showers more often cause they are making me sick. That was an awkward conversation.
Feeling better than normal for lately. Maybe it’s the cheese. Mmmm cheese. Still exhausted.
I feel terrible. Today isn’t the worst nausea I have felt, but I do feel overall really really awful. My stomach hurts. My back hurts. My head hurts. And today is one of those disgusting days when I am reminded that Gilroy isn’t far from my school. The whole campus reeks of garlic; I want to gag. The toilets in the staff bathroom back up at the drop of a hat and today one of them did while full of uhm something unpleasantly odorous. Walking into that room is enough to make me want to throw up. And that is not currently a room where I want to kneel and throw up. 🙁
And the morning started out so pleasantly…
I have decided that whining about being sick doesn’t count as “baby” posting so this isn’t filtered. I have also decided that if I get around to talking about pregnant sex (holy shit it’s awesome) that will go on the tmi filter and not the baby filter. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.