Sistah Pat

I’m sleepy this morning. After last night’s fiasco, I was too stressed to sleep and I didn’t feel like sleeping with the enemy anyway so I stayed up until a little after midnight. That’s not good when you have to be up at 5:00. I keep telling myself that, even though it’s Wednesday, I’m off Friday so I can pretend this is Thursday. That might keep my feeble little brain functioning long enough to get me through the day.

Mr. Scale is being kind to me with 165.5 this morning and I’m aiming for a good day. I’m not as prepared as I’d like but I’m going to stick to my guns and try to get through it. I can eat a protein bar or something at work. I dressed for power today. Black top with silver threads running through it, black jacket, black pants, and red heels. Maybe the kids will think I’m in control.

4:30 - I don’t think the kids fell for it. They were a pain today. I kept thinking maybe it was me. Maybe I was letting things get to me because I was tired and out of sorts but I decided that it really was the kids. Not my kids but the classes I worked with today. Mine were a bit over enthusiastic today but I let it go because they were really enjoying what they were doing and I didn’t want to cramp their style. There’s a time for them to be quiet and listen and there’s a time for them to work together to be creative and show me what they’ve learned. They were creating Power Point presentations and having fun with it and that’s what I want. The kids that got on my nerves were another teacher’s students. She doesn’t have much control over her classes. Much more into trying to be “friends” with them than establishing guidelines and control. It’s very awkward for me to be working with another teacher’s students because I expect them to give me their attention and respect and, if their regular teacher is in the room, they tend to follow the rules she’s set for them. Problem is, if she lets them get away with murder, they’re going to try it with me. That’s not a problem with my own classes. A week or so in the beginning of the year and we lay the groundwork. However, it is a problem with other classes because I don’t have time to lay down the rules and teach the lesson as well. If I need to work with her classes again, I’ll have to address this issue with her.

On the home front…DH is all about making me happy this evening. He knows how bad he effed up. Asked me if we could talk as soon as I got home and agrees with me 100% that he’s a world class jerk, inconsiderate, totally out of line, and doesn’t deserve to breath the same air that I breath. Backed down real quick when he suggested that I never should have left without him because he was going to take me. I told him if he ever does anything like that again, I’m going to call a big, black, no nonsense woman and let her deal with him and I know just the woman to do it. The battle is over. You can’t be married 38 years if you can’t deal with this kind of crap.  The entire rationale behind this episode is that he does not treat me that way and I don’t accept being treated that way.   Last night was really unexpected and he’s offered a few excuses but admits there’s really no justification for his behavior.  That’s good because I won’t accept any justification.  I don’t exact revenge but I’m all about letting him fix dinner (my kind of dinner), accepting his tokens of love (flowers, and a great big “I’m Sorry!” card), and taking him up on his offer of a massage. Not sure I want the massage tonight because he has to hit the bed too early on work nights but I can use it this weekend.