Some stuff, but mostly nonsense

Dealing with the issues like a boss

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen this post before Thanksgiving:

I won’t go into the details, but I do want to say that I am not usually one to write emails to teachers about issues, (so as not to be one of those parents … except in doing so I am one of those parents, just a pansy one) but an incident happened that made me really sad for Noah, and kind of ruined his morning, and hoo boy nothing will raise my hackles quite like someone ruining my kid’s morning. Ok, in fairness, she did not directly ruin his morning, but something she did (or did not do) directly led to the ruining of his morning. Anyway, vague-y vagueness aside, we are having a conference with her today, because that is what grown ups do after writing sternly worded emails. And talking to approximately 432 people about it behind her back.

I will be all mature and responsible in the meeting though, swear! And then talk to 432 people about it later.

Move that body

I am concerned about my lack of prenatal fitness. However, I am more concerned about my sleep—specifically, getting as much of it as I can—and so I can’t seem to either rouse myself early in the morning for namasting or get my buttocks off the couch in the evening in order to do, well, anything. So, slothfulness it is! However, I am considering printing out the picture taken of my face two hours after Rosie was born and taping it all over the house as mortification motivation. Which will either work like a charm on my exercise incentive or give my children nightmares. Ooh! Choices!

Hot off the presses

Here’s another one of those blog-type posts for my job. SPOILER: It’s about pregnancy. AND I made up whole new words for this one! You haven’t even read them before! I know, I’m kind of amazed myself. (P.S. Whenever I think I can’t possibly love Noah any more than I do, I take some picture of him like the last one in that post and then gaaaaaaaah lovesplosion.)

4 comments

1 Leigh Ann Laney { 11.30.11 at 9:29 am }

We had to have a conference with Sera’s teacher a few weeks into the year. Sera was showing MAJOR anxiety (even the librarian who loves Sera—cause, who wouldn’t love her?! stopped Patrick and asked if everything with Sera was ok cause she noticed how nervous she had been acting) Sera was TERRIFIED of getting a “mark” in class and constantly cried that her teacher was really mean. After meeting with the teacher (who does have a reputation as kinda a military-type teacher) things got sooooo much better. The teacher voiced how much she loved Sera, and that she is well aware that she is somewhat of an abrasive personality. She assured us that shy kids like Sera start off scared of her but by the end of the year love her. And…she was right. Sera loves her now! She even wrote for Thanksgiving that she was thankful for having her as a teacher, and just today took a homemade ornament to her!

I hope all works out well for Noah. Nothing worse than seeing your child suffer through “teacher” issues.

2 Neely Stansell-Simpson { 11.30.11 at 10:17 am }

My dad was known to make teacher’s cry, which used to embarrass me. But thinking back on it, I’m really grateful because I had some terrible terrible teacher experiences in which teachers were being insensitive and irresponsible. My dad always went to bat for me. Kids need advocates, so good for you Mama.

3 Allen { 11.30.11 at 10:37 am }

This is (the) one area where my mom suited up and showed the eff up. Too many good stories to hijack your comments but ask me later…

4 racher { 11.30.11 at 11:01 am }

Thanks for the support, guys! She’s a really nice teacher, so it’s not a Noah + her problem. And of course (BUT OF COURSE) Noah is an exemplary student, so it wasn’t a huge thing, but something that needed to be addressed. I’m glad we met with her–I feel a lot better (and like her a little more). Mostly it was a communication thing, but I think things will get better from now on.

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