Or at least that's what I'm blaming my crazies on today.
I just had a meltdown.
And I'm not proud of it.
Let me back up: I had the worst day ever. It started with my smoothie spilling all over my stuff which resulted in a twenty minute cleanup -- bending is getting easier, but having to clean drippy smoothie was not my idea of fun at 8am. I was panicked because I had before-school yard supervision and I could see that the clock was working against me.
I finished tidying up my mess just in time to head outside. I like to have a couple of minutes to get my head wrapped around my day, but this morning I had zero time.
Then I decided to change my seating arrangement back to what it was before I left. My substitute separated the kids into pairs and I put them back into groups. I prefer the group set-up since the kids work better co-operatively AND makes the classroom so much bigger. I have a rocking chair in one corner of my room and I wasn't able to use it since the desks were in the way. I also hope that the kids will stop saying, "When Mme S was here, we did this..." now things are back to the way they were before my leave.
We made paper bag dragons to celebrate Chinese New Year and the activity took half the day. My teaching partner did the same activity and it took her an hour. Needless to say, I got a bit stressed out since they took so long. I don't like to skip math, but I had to since I couldn't stop them in the middle of their cutting and gluing frenzy.
I've been dealing with some difficult kids in my class -- mainly it's bad attitude and laziness. I've tried positive reinforcement, negative reinforcement, praising the good kids to show them what kind of behaviour that I expect, speaking to their parents, etc., etc. The next thing I'm going to do is pray a class rosary the next time they misbehave, even if it's to just calm me down!
So after my very long, bad day I had a massage to look forward to. When I got home I asked Mr. JB to give me a hug and then he asked me about the recipe we chose for dinner tonight.
Mr. JB enjoys cooking, but he doesn't like to venture out of his comfort zone. We found a really easy Mexican soup recipe and we decided that he would make it tonight since I was getting home late. He insists that his question was rhetorical, but I was just so tired and hungry that I broke down.
I know that it was the frustration of the day and not his question, but I just couldn't take an ounce more. He was very apologetic and I felt like a complete a$$ since I don't normally act like a lunatic when he asks me cooking-related questions.
Honestly, the last days of a 2WW are the pits!
Stupid, stupid hormones. I thought HCG was going to miraculously fix my crazies, I guess I have to wait another cycle for that!!