Hubby got the best compliment yesterday. A parent of one of his students asked if we were moving (we can always hope...). He said he wasn't sure, still waiting on a transfer, have to wait and see. Turns out these people have bought property and a home closer to town, and are thinking of moving. The only reason they would stay here is because they love Hubby! Their child thinks he's a great teacher, the parents are relieved to finally have a teacher who doesn't have "issues" with their kid, and they would postpone moving just to keep Sonny in my husband's classroom. How cool is that?!
Boy Terror is walking. This is actually deserving of a post all on it's own, but I'm feeling lazy. Maybe later. He walks, he falls, he looks like a drunk, and he's got bruises on his tiny little ass from falling on sharp corners. He screams.
Girl Terror just learned her left from her right. So we have daily conversations of "my right leg has an owie. But it's getting better. My left leg has no owie."
Personally, I've had better weeks. In the last week and a half, I've had a lump removed from my nipple, I've set my hair on fire, and I've gained and lost the same 2 pounds several times over.
Tell me you have a more exciting life than this. Let me live vicariously through you!
3 comments:
Hey, if you move, I can't come visit and paint your house! ;0) I live in a house where farting and burping are our main source of entertainment. I think your life sounds much more exciting right about now ;0)
When cooking your hair, ALWAYS remember to use low heat so that it doesn't burn.
Just thought I'd mention. ;)
That's one of the greatest compliments a teacher can get! Good on him!
As for the farts, well, if you met my husband, you'd admit defeat. He holds the TITLE, I'm telling you. Unfortunately.
I buy a lot of air freshener.
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