Back to the Grind--Indiana Style

Yesterday was Records Day at school--teachers only, getting our grades in and preparing for the new grading period. No stresses. No big deal.

Today, however, WAS a big deal. Got up as usual. Prepared grandkid lunches. Then the sleet and freezing rain started at about 6:00. Hmmm... A few minutes later, Channel 13 showed that my district was under a 2-hour delay, although I hadn't received a call...and Channel 6 didn't have us listed yet. I made a couple of phone calls hoping to verify the delay, to no avail. Along about 6:20 (late!) the call came through. WE were under a 2-hour delay, but Plainfield wasn't. Since everyone was up and ready to go, but I just got an additional two hours added to my morning, I sent Meg packing to work while I fed the grandchildren and gave Grandma Judy another 1 1/2 hours to HER morning. By the time I hit the road, the freezing rain had turned to mere rain...and it was now daylight. Everyone arrived at their destinations safely. The 2-hour delay was a good call. Prior to our commute time, there were accidents everywhere.

My students had to report to their homerooms first off to receive their new semester schedules...then we had the shortened schedule...and the kids were happy to see each other again, so "order" was difficult to maintain. For a short day, it sure seemed long!

Here is why I miss my afternoon nap: I am up at 5:30 after not sleeping well. Leave for school about 6:50 after making lunches and helping to get the kids going. Teach all day. Leave school shortly before 3:00. Today, I stopped on the way home to gas the car. When I got to the house, I turned on Dr. Phil, emptied the dishwasher, set the table, started dinner, picked up the kids at 4:00, finished dinner, loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the table after dinner, ran to the grocery store to get milk, got back in time for the radio net, finished homework supervision with Robin while Meg put Ryan to bed, helped get Robin settled for the night. No baths tonight, so it was a relatively easy evening...

Meg was late getting home this evening. One of her workers--a gal who lives in Cloverdale but picked Meg up for work a couple of times before she had a reliable vehicle--discovered that her brakes weren't working as they were leaving work. The building was locked and everyone had departed. God bless her, Meg would not leave the gal alone there. She stayed, willing to drive her to Cloverdale, if need be. Before too long, the gal sent Meg home, saying that her husband was on the way, that she had a book and a blanket and could wait alone. The children and I ate without Meg, but it gave me an opportunity to tell the children the story of the Good Samaritan. Never too young to learn! Meg's gal called not too long later to say that her husband was there. Hey...I've been in situations at work when my car wouldn't start and I had to scrounge a way home. I totally respect Meg's determination to be there for a fellow female!

I'm rambling. Tomorrow is another day. Need to hit the sack!