Guess what? (CHICKEN BUTT!)
It turns out that this preschool teaching gig is not a job where I can sit in front of the computer all day, taking 5 minute breaks every so often to browse the internet, to online shop, to jot down lines for a blog entry to finish up later. It turns out that the days go fast, the time for sitting down is short (and when it does happen, it usually just means that now it's time to keep an eagle eye on The Ones Who Cause Frequent Disruption & to separate them if necessary), and the mental energy required is large. Who knew? (WHO KNEW?)
So this thing is happening where certain turns of phrase get shouted in my head. Like, for instance, the other day some online friends of mine were talking about and providing links to tutorials on sock buns (SOCK BUNS! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK BUNS!), so then I watched a couple, and became intrigued, and even though my hair is relatively short these days (above my shoulders when dry, although possibly when wet with all the curls mostly straightened out, it might be shoulder length), I was intrigued, and decided to try to put my hair into a SOCK BUN. And then I did. And then I had a SOCK BUN! on the top of my head, and I even took a picture of it.
I am not even kidding: every time I look at that or think about it, I hear "SOCK BUN!" in my head.
Also? There is this tv show Homeland (HOMELAND!), and it is a good show that Geoff and I love watching, but can never watch until Monday, the day after it has aired (because I can not possibly stay up to watch a show that begins at 10 pm, are you kidding me?), and during the day on Monday, when I thought about watching it that night, it was all HOMELAND! in my head.
Last night I bribed Katie & Annabel with promises of 2 pieces of candy if they'd cooperate & stay in the church nursery while we finished up choir practice. Katie did, but Annabel didn't. Before Annabel could even whine much, Katie had offered to give one of her pieces of candy to Annabel. Moved by her spontaneous act of generosity toward the sister who she often can not come to a compromise with over something like who gets to use WHICH IDENTICAL PIECE OF WHITE PAPER, we let her. And today we came home to find that Molly had knocked over the entire trash can; while I cleaned up the mess, Katie took out the trash AND the recycling, then began sweeping the stairs. "I'm not doing this to get you to do anything for me," she said. "I'm just doing it because I want to." At which point I thought to myself: older child in this house = WINNING!