Is it Even Possible to Overuse the TGIF Title?

It's been a crazy week. I don't know why exactly. But it feels like it has been. I was a substitute teacher both days preschool was open this week, in different classrooms. That takes up alot more energy. Especially yesterday in the class with all boys. This was funny: I was really dragging - that snow day in the middle, as lovely as it was, really put me off my stride - so when I finished one Diet Dr. Pepper, I went straight to my lunchbox and popped open another one. We'd already had a discussion about what I was drinking. Whose moms also drink it, Coke or Diet Coke, or if their mom says soda isn't good for you, etc. You know 4 yr olds, they notice everything you do, but I figured they would think Diet Dr Pepper #2 was still #1, and just go on with the business of playing and not watching my every move. Nope. One little boy says, in that high pitched voice that carries really well, "another one?! you're having TWO?!!" I chuckled and replied that indeed I was. He goes right over to my lunch box, peers inside and shouts incredulously when he spots another can waiting in the wings, "THREE?!?! You have THREE?!" So of course everyone has to come over to see such a wildly outrageous phenomena. I gave them the eyebrow, snatched my lunch and precious Diet Dr Pepper away from prying eyes and fingers and said, "yes, that's what it takes to keep this smile on my face!" I wonder what they'll tell their moms!

They've been studying the Artic, and we read the Emperor's Egg and so for the rest of the day, since the class is all guys, I told them they were like the penguins and had to keep an imaginary egg safe...that meant no running, bumping into each other, etc., and everywhere they went the egg had to go with them. If you knew this class you would understand the extreme unlikelihood of them not bouncing off each other or headlocking one another right in the middle of some normal activity for no reason whatsoever. The near artic temps made our imaginary egg keeping day seem pretty realistic in my opinion! I loved it when they kept telling me, "Ms. Chrissie, my egg's safe!" and when I needed to remind them to take it down a notch I'd just ask if they were about to crack their egg. It worked like a charm. I can just hear the moms next week though going, "What's the deal with the egg?!" At the end of the day we got to watch part of Happy Feet. I had to keep shushing them because I hadn't seen it before and I wanted to hear it! The best part of the day though was when one little boy was leaving with his mom, he ran back and gave me a great big hug and said "I love you Ms. Chrissie".

I'm off to meet a friend for breakfast at Cracker Barrel. She's my grits-mentor, so I'll see if I'm putting in the right ratio of creamer to syrup and watch her every move. What a great way to start a TGIF.