The globetrotter arrived back home in New Zealand this morning, after 36 hours of travelling, and says that prayer worked far better than the medication she was told to try. Thank you all for helping in that department. It means the world to know my friends are joining me when I ask them to.
I had a dreadful day yesterday, waiting for a text from HK, but she had run out of credit, and there I was at school trying not to ponder the full range of evil options and potential solutions, like hopping on a plane. You know. Mum stuff. Thank heavens she sent Andrew an email, and he let me know she was doing ok. Alive.
I do tend to have an over-active imagination. It comes with the territory when you become a mother.
And some of the little dears I was dealing with yesterday were unspeakable. I left at the earliest opportunity and so help me, if anyone had asked why I was going early, they would have had my laptop deposited in their arms, and my verbal resignation on the spot. It is hard to remain optimistic and positive at times, when one has black marker pen lines drawn over one's clothes (for fun) as one walks about helping kids do their work, is sworn at, is told by a 13 year old that he hates you, and when one seems to spend the greater part of the day attempting to control kids who like to think they are in charge of the classrooms.
And let's face it, yesterday was never going to be an easy day for me anyway. I keep trying to remember that each one of the little dears is actually someone's cherished child. Sometimes it takes more effort than I am capable of mustering.
The weekend is here, and the sun is shining, and my son has no school shoes. He proudly showed me his last pair, complete with HOLES in the bottom. Large holes. I did ask how this had escaped his notice before now, and he said....well, it was wet today. Sigh. So guess where we will be this afternoon??? Enjoy your weekend!