January 25: Abel opened his backpack. He had left behind his homework folder, his glasses, and his jacket, but he made sure to pack a softball-sized knot of pipe cleaners.
January 26: Reading Partners runs from Monday through Thursday. But this doesn’t stop the same volunteer from coming in every Friday and then complaining that she wasn’t told to not come in.
January 27: Nick’s dad brought up grand children three times within one hour. I don’t know if there is enough wine in the world to get me through the rest of this dinner.
January 28: It’s strange that now that Nick and I are married, we get put in separate beds when we spend the night at his parents’ place. Not quite sure how his dad expects us to make those grandchildren like this.
January 29: Edwin found a jester hat in the bungalow and as soon as he set it on his head, he seemed to be possessed by a middle-aged father of three. He told bad joke after bad joke, ending with him questioning why New Zealand is called New Zealand when it isn’t very new.
January 30: My class broke a new record today. Seven students were crying at the same time and one of them wasn’t even one of my kids. It’s ridiculous because these kids are simultaneously the toughest and the wimpiest kids I know. If they hear a series of gunshots, they don’t bat an eye, but if they think someone looked at them funny, there’s a half hour-long water show.
January 31: Jen and I mixed concoctions of essential oils for everyone at work. I made roll ons for calming smells. Jen made an anti-lice spray that she dubbed “Chanel No. Lice”.
much love,
hedgie
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