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A day in the life of a kindergarten teacher:

In less than two hours in one day, I…(without the benefit of my paraprofessional who happened to have to leave to attend a funeral–damn her)

**sent a child to the nurse (twice) with about 30 fire ant bites all over her arms which she had received the previous day picking flowers with her Mother…

**sent a different child to the nurse for a change of clothes as she had somehow ripped a HUGE hole in the back of her white pants and her pink panties were poking out…

**rummaged and rummaged and rummaged and nearly used paper clips and glue sticks until I found two safety pins to try to make the way-too-large pants fit her teeny-tiny body…

**sent a third child to the nurse as the student had a “stinky accident” (her term, not mine) because she was having too much fun at indoor recess (it was raining) and didn’t want to stop to go poo…

**sent the same child as above back to the nurse (later) as she suddenly started crying out (really loudly) in the hall that her privates were HOT, BURNING HOT! and she couldn’t PEE and it BURNED, IT BURNED! and she grabbed ferociously at her private area…

**distributed and subsequently cleaned up from 18 fruit cups which, without explanation, basically “exploded” and sprayed fruit juice/sugar/certain ant infestation all over the tables, chairs, kids, etc. upon opening…

**nearly decided I hated teaching kindergarten…

**nearly drove the nurse to adding a swig of cough syrup to her tea…

And that’s it.  There was no redeeming factor to that day until my husband came home with a bottle of Italian Moscato.

Okay, here’s the deal.  I delivered a horrid, NOT MY STYLE update on Lasik on my last post.

I forgot/did not call my best friend on her anniversary.

I did not make the time yesterday to write a short “Happy Birthday” to one of my closest and most wonderful friends (who makes SCONES, people).

I forgot to tell my Dad he did not have to pick up the kids BEFORE he made the 30 minute drive (one-way) to do so.

My facebook page is about a week behind.

I haven’t tweeted/twittered in about a week and a half.

I worked a 13 hour day continuously communicating with kindergarteners and their parents yesterday.

I lost my shit with my kids today over yogurt.

I am obviously failing at working/life/everything.

I think this situation calls for pizza, pasta and vodka.  GOOD THING…