Monday Cookies

That's right.  You heard me.  I'm eating cookies.  On a Monday.  And I defy you to try and stop me.  I will bite you.  I'm not kidding.  Even the Big, Fluffy Kitty is keeping clear of me right now.

Most people who know me, know that I am pretty good about the diet during the week.  Rigid, actually.  But, tonight, we are making an exception.  Cookies are not only advisable, but mandatory.  

I returned to school today after gifting myself with a lovely three day weekend.  I had to clean up the emotional mess and hurt feelings left in the wake of my substitute who clearly has little to no idea how best to approach kids who are maybe a little bit more "temperamental" than the average John, Jimmy or Susie.  Ruffled feathers were smoothed and I have promised my Not As Cheerful As They Used To Was Teaching Assistants to never, ever again leave the building.  Or go to the bathroom.  Or die.  

If nothing else, I figured the kids would be glad to see me after my day's absence.  Maybe throw me a parade or carry me around on their shoulders while they sang songs of praise and read aloud from the lengthy apologies they had written because they have not really appreciated my kind nature over the course of this year.  

Not so.  Very much not so.  In fact, it was the opposite of so.  There was nothing in the way of appreciation and the only songs came from the earbuds jammed into their noggins while they ignored any directions I might have with regard to their education and listened to their crazy rock 'n roll music.  And then they misbehaved in a way that could not be mistaken for anything other than a punishment for my having abandoned them.  

After recovering from all the student appreciation, I had a late meeting with the director who covers the upper grades and who will be the boss of me next year when I transfer to the middle school.  She felt that it was important that she be honest with me about the program I will be inheriting and the reasons why a "seasoned veteran" is needed over there.  Ten minutes into the discussion, my stomach hurt and I was giving serious thought to marrying for money sometime over the summer.  But, having taken steps to ensure that I will be financially secure, I was rather cheered by the fact that I would only have to do this four days per week as a part time teacher.  Even a nightmare is bearable if you get a three day weekend.

Not so.  Very much not so.  The opposite...  I have been consigned to hell and it is a full time placement.  I am trying to find some comfort in the fact that I am needed.  Trying.  Trying very hard.  

Now I am home and doing my taxes.  Or I was.  But I stopped doing my taxes because I need some information from last year's return and that is on the old computer.  And no, I did not print out my return from last year.  My printer is a little wonky.  Printing is for special occasions and really good knitting patterns.  Or pictures of firemen.  I like firemen.  I anticipate that it will be a fireman who talks me down from my roof later this week.  

So, I'm eating cookies on a Monday.  Or I was.  I finished the last one while I was typing this.  If you need me, I'll be hanging out of the kitchen cupboards in search of that bag of chocolate chips I know is lurking in there somewhere.

SA