I am my mother

I knew this day would come. 

The day where I'm teaching and all the sudden I can't take it anymore and I unleash my rage on unsuspecting students.  

Which also happens to be the day where I also fully embarrass myself in front of my class {on purpose} to further my students' education. 

What happened today? The whole range of emotion. That's what. It's amazing I didn't pull a Kristen Bell and start crying. I was dang close. 

One of my classes was ridiculously rowdy. I just assigned a new seating chart and because of that I learned of a new combination of students that should never be within a 100 ft radius from each other. I had to ask these students to stop talking roughly a .... blah blah blah. It was a bad day. I was unraveling. I used the word "inappropriate" more than anyone ever should and one student asked me if I was having a good day to which I lied and said it was great and then he asked if the class was making it hard to maintain my "good day." I had another student ask if I would change her seat because the naughty students mentioned above were stealing her things and bothering her like crazy. I told her i'd fix the problem and then the bell rang. 

And then what did I do? I walked into the hallway where I found two students hurling a football as hard as they could at each other. And then I bee-lined to the closest child, shoved my index finger straight in his face and said through my teeth complete with fire in my eyes, "You. No." I think it was the voice of Voldemort. 

Then I went to the faculty lounge, basically pulled my hair out and said, "Oh crap. I am my mother."

And on the other end of the spectrum, another one of my classes was dead. Check them for a pulse. Poke them with a stick. Dead. So I did what any teacher would. 

I pretended I was Ellen starting her show and I played "Call Me Maybe" and danced up and down the aisles, clapping and trying to get everyone to join in. Once I decided I didn't care what forty 14 year olds thought of me, I really got into it. After which, I gave them a 2 minute break because I was winded.

Oh crap. I am my mother. 

Birthday Week

I know your birthday is only supposed to be one day but mine is always a week long event. I'm a lucky girl like that. With my family being so spread out, the cards and packages just trickle in and I LOVE IT.

{Giant Kit Kat Bar from Jen. So freaking cool! and delicious too}

However, I don't even need gifts. I love my birthday. I just love the day. I wake up hyper. The night before, I go to sleep hyper. I just can't help getting giddy. Even though this is the 24th time I've been through this, it never gets old.

{The Whole Gang!! Jaron and Emily, Cami, Scotty, Conner and Alissa, Amy and Rachel, Alli , and my love Ty}

And to top it all off, I got to spend my birthday weekend with some of my nearest and dearest. My in laws threw me a little shindig on Sunday and then we had some of my family and friends over on Monday night for cake and ice cream. Then my Washington fam called on Facetime and sang to me. Almost as good as actually being with them. Almost.

{The lovely Joanifer}

My fave birthday presents were 1) My niece's babysitter telling my sister that said niece kept saying, "Happy Birthday Emy! Emy's Birthday Today!" and 2) Ty sitting on the side of the bed, in the dark wee morning hours with his arm around me singing Happy Birthday to me. So cute!

{Love this sweet boy}