Thursday, August 09, 2007


First meltdown of the morning involved JoJo hollering, crying and flinging his arms everywhere like an ape, "But the teacher said to be sure and wear the same clothes tomorrow so she'll recognize everyone," as he insisted on wearing the exact same thing two days in a row.

The entire family tried to explain the term 'sarcasm' to a screaming 10 year old who stomped up to his room waking the bear Edgar who growled at him. Like I was gonna let an unemployed 20 year old sleep past 6 a.m.?

JoJo grudgingly changed his clothes while crying that I was ruining his life.

Our wonderfully accommodating assistant principal at the elementary school, at my request, had moved Jack to be with Mauri, since Jack went to school crying on the first day only to have Jack freak out at the possibility of change. We had to move Jack back this morning to his original class that he technically never left. His new teacher had won him over on the first day, not an easy task to do with any of my ultra-suspicious kids. His classroom is also in a trailer, excuse me - a modular, that any good God-fearing, Southern kid knows is suspect in tornado country. Duh.

While I was flying through the school, carrying a load of calendars that had been sent home in bookbags to our house...save a tree, I was returning 9 extras...an upset child stopped me in the hall, "Teacher do we go to the gym or to our class right now?"

Without explaining that now I'm a retired teacher I just sent her to her class. That child must be new, everyone else knows I'm The Mama. All my kids told me of new kids moving into the county. My kids, who've been moved pillar to post for all their lives before joining our boringly stable family, were expressing shock and outrage that other mothers would move and make their poor children change schools. I quickly described such things as job promotions, advancements and moving on up. (I just got the Jeffersons song stuck in all y'all's heads didn't I?)

"We're not moving ever, right?" I had to amp up the reassurance factor.

Jonathan found me in the front office, worried, "Mom, some lady asked me what the van driver's name was, is it OK that I told her you're a mama not a driver?"

Chill, y'all.

Jonathan's teacher told me she called him JoJo all day, hard to break last year's habit, and my own PTSD kicked in when my phone rang and it was a teacher this morning. But Regina, now working in another county, just wanted to come by and bring me boy clothes. Good, I need some new ones.

Tabby's teacher? PERFECT! Miss Donna, a former special ed teacher, a foster and adoptive mom of a large family, I think she has about ten kids, someone I've known for quite some time, her husband teaches at the alternative school. I am now certain I won't have to worry about Pre-K calling me if and when Tabby has one of her little baby rages. Tabby is thrilled with her, Nando is loving his class also as his teacher has taught a ton of my children.

Today's high in our town is predicted to be 102, heat index over 110. Even I'm noticing the heat that rarely bothers me. I best go pick my salad right now in the early morning hours...and so far so good, no little kids have picked the watermelons too early. Just counting my blessings out loud again.

What if my blog, without the police action of last year, becomes mind numbingly routine...no drama? What if readers turn elsewhere? Oh well, I blog for catharsis, not for the entertainment of others.

And how cool is this? Other than having to call a deputy to report when Vanessa ran away in June, we haven't had to call the police in close to a year, as there've been no fights, no knives brandished at me, and no threats (except Jose's) against me. I could get used to this.

7 comments:

Mammy said...

Pffttt, perish the thought...I don't think your most boring day would be boring to many of us, those of us who perch outside your cyberwindow while getting this awesome vicarious look at a large adoptive family.

It has been my dream since I was in second grade to adopt, when I first heard about Josephine Baker and her 'rainbow tribe', and this year, I am finally beginning to see the dream come to fruition.

You, many of the people I have on my blogroll, and non-internet reading has given me valuable insight and info.

Anonymous said...

Believe me, I will read your blog if it's only about salads, swimming pool antics, happy children, and success stories! Not sure why I need this fix in the morning, but I'm not a coffee drinker, so your household works to jump start my day. Although I'm not above a cold frapiccino or a rich candy bar. Gus and I shared a piece of "Toffee Trauma Cheesecake" last night on a rare occasion out for our 26th anniversary. We should have been forewarned. That was just wrong for how good it was.

And how is that Vanessa? Can't wait to hear what she and each and everyone of your kids achieves, as they see stability, committment, discipline, responsibility, and authenticity lived out daily before their ever vigilant, beautiful, dark eyes.

Keep the never boring good reports coming from down south. By the way, we loved the amazing Georgia Aquarium in July. Got there before the lines formed. God is amazingly, astoundingly creative in the things He put in our world for us to marvel at.

So in return for the pleasure of never being bored by your bloggings, you recieve a mundane account of our vacation and my dessert and dinner out with my husband. Fair trade?

nancy in Iowa

Linda up north said...

Oh man... you make me want to through in the towel on homeschooling, just thinking of you picking your salad.. all alone... my, my good for you :)

Cindy said...

Lemme tell y'all. It was 98 degrees at 11:30 when I ventured out to pick my FRIED salad...still good though.

Anonymous said...

My kids have informed me that when they start school on Monday I need to get a job to keep me busy. All 7 will be in school and I, too, will be alone. I have been planning a nap for the past 14 months and it looks like Monday will be the day!

Rachel D.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like you're growing stir fry out there!

nancy...iowa where the humitidy nealy drips these days

Marcella said...

We are sharing the same weather, and it ain't pretty. Low last night was 75! Its now 96+ and dripping humidity. They even cancelled football practice do to the heat. I love summer, but this is ridiculous.