Okay…I bribed Chicken with the offer to wear my newest FO (the fingerless mitts are finally done–they’re in the Samurai’s yarn and they look pretty good, in spite of their fraternal status) in order that she would take pictures of our craptacular abode for bells’ meme.
She did it–we had pictures of the the crap-family-castle and the adorable children and the fingerless mitts–all in all, Chicken did us proud.
And then blogger blew chunks, so last night’s post was a total wash. Bummage? Yes. Bummage.
Then there was the Cave Troll’s morning melt down. “Take off your shoes and socks, mama…take them off. Go to bed. Sleep. Sing to me. TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES!!!!” Is your heart broken yet? I’ve been picking up the little bitty pieces of mine out of my sleeve and my hair and from my pockets and trying to put them back together, but so far, there is just not enough heart left for me to do my job. Bummage? Yes. Bummage.
I tried to do my job. I was teaching Emily Dickinson and I was getting EXCITED about it–I always get psyched when I’m teaching something I either haven’t taught or haven’t read, and we have new anthologies and there’s always something in there that I haven’t read or haven’t taught or both…I rediscovered Uncle Walt this year, and Mending Wall is always fun and I love Dickinson already… but the little fuckers wouldn’t shut up. I’m sure that out there is a some mother absolutely appalled that I would call a class room of 16 year olds ‘little fuckers’. That’s because this mother hasn’t faced a classroom full of the little fuckers while trying to hand them the keys to the Goddess benighted universe only to have them spit vitriol in her face. I have. I maintain that my 3rd period is made up of little fuckers. Individually, I like them. As a clot, they’re giving me an aneurysm. Bummage? Yes. Bummage.
A kid from my 5th period brought in El Dorado. I love that movie–I’m a sucker for high quality animation with snarky humor and heart and soul.
I caved. I caved like Carlsbad, I caved like a cardboard condominium, I caved like a Saxon mineshaft, I caved like a hibernating bear. I caved.
El Dorado? It’s fucking brilliant. Bummage? Well…we changed our schedule up for star testing, so the movie will be over 1/2 an hour before the period is up. (No, no…I don’t have the strength to rant about Star Testing now.) So when the movie is over? Then there will be bummage.
But only for 1/2 an hour.
Then there will be hope.