I Would Rather Work With Kids Than People

That's what I said to E this morning in the car. I also couldn't remember the word "bottle" yesterday. This is what pregnancy does to a mind.

It is true, I would rather work with kids than people, at least the grown-up kind. And that's said after a week of being a Kindergarten teacher (which I realized I could never do long-term). And that's said after being moved from the Kindergarten portable classroom we were in to the library because of a tornado watch. You try to keep 20 five year olds quiet without games, scissors and glue for six hours and tell me how it goes. The librarian was sweet and gave me chocolate at the end of the day. Despite the noise, the incessant tattle-telling (my pet peeve!) and constant taps on my belly, I am already missing my kids so much. With a month left until my due date, I can't believe I only have one more week at school with them until Christmas break and then full-time momhood.

My favorite part of work this week was in afterschool. I decided to lead a face-painting activity as part of our theme for the month: circus. It was a very complicated activity. I painted the kids' faces. Because of artistic and time-related limits, I only gave them a few choices: heart, star, rainbow, butterfly, alligator, clown, or peace sign. When I told one sweet Kindergarten girl her choices I thought she could only remembered the last one I listed and therefore requested the peace sign. Turns out she wasn't saying "peace sign," but "Capri Sun." This lead to quite the conversation. "Seriously, you want a drink pouch on your face? A Capri Sun?" Yep. Guess what the next person in line also asked for.

Yesterday afternoon my sign language group painted T-shirts for their performance next Thursday. I'm so excited! I hope I can figure out how to post videos on this thing so you can see it. Its the best combination of cute and hilarious. After we made the shirts, I was cleaning up when I dropped a bottle of paint on the floor. NBD, but as it was rolling away, I squatted to pick it up. BD. It all happened in slow motion. I realized that squatting (with my hands full) seriously compromised my sense of balance and as I leaned forward and the bottle kept rolling away I did a little less falling and a little more sprawling across the floor. Picture a newborn elephant trying to find her footing, yet all four limbs end up as far apart as possible. I wasn't concerned for my safety as I was at an elevation of about 6 inches, however, I was concerned for the amount of butt crack the kids behind me saw. Good thing you can blame just about everything on pregnancy.