First, understand that Valentine's Day holds no romantic meaning for me. When I was a married lady, I expected some recognition of the moment, sometimes disappointedly...but having spent the last 18 years as a single lady, I am not the least disturbed that I don't spend the day with someone "special". I'm not into self-pity. I AM aware, however, that the children are eager.
Last week, Grandma Judy had Valentine mailboxes that the children put together, made of foam. Since Valentine's day this year is on Saturday when the children are in Muncie, Meg decided that it would be fun to put something special in their mailboxes all week, upping the ante with each passing day. At first, they didn't get it...but it soon became of interest. Today, they both got Webkinz animals. Woo-hoo!
This semester's classes have buried Meg in homework because the instructor of one of them doesn't post assignments too long before they are due. Her system of using the weekends to do assignments while the children are gone doesn't really work, and her inability, therefore, to help with housework puts us all under the gun. I help out as best I can. Tonight, I volunteered to take the children to Muncie so she could get a major project done. Took Ryan to get a haircut, then both kids out for dinner, then delivered them to Muncie 1 1/2 hours away. They were good as gold.
Wish I could say that my students were also "good as gold". Unfortunately, the last class of my teaching career doesn't particularly make me proud. I won the "favorite teacher" poll for the yearbook, but I don't hold much store in that. I have told them all not to become pilots or surgeons... (Don't think there is any chance of that!)
Happy Valentine's Day to whoever cares!
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