Aiden and Madeleine love their principal. In fact the whole school loves her. She has earned the love through her crazy stunts to promote learning. The poor woman has been duck taped to a wall, hit with a pie, and eaten grasshoppers. I think the grasshoppers were covered in chocolate so it’s not that horrible. You might not think throwing a pie at someone would encourage children to perform well on math tests but…A pie in the face is really awesome.
School has been going well under the guidance of the principal. Life was cheery for all the lovely children. Until three weeks ago. Three weeks ago the bottom fell out. The fantastic principal had to have minor surgery which put her out until the 9th. Hopefully.
Cue grumpy old retired substitute principal. He has taken the place of the beloved principal. This sent the kids into a tizzy. An absolute frenzy of kid anger and kid resentment. Wild rumors are flying around about this man. Apparently he hates kids, makes everyone walk in straight lines, yells at you randomly, and even insists on silence in the lunch room. Gasp. I’m all like suck it up kids you didn’t have my mean first grade teacher. She was really something to fear.
Right before winter break Aiden was refusing to go to school. I questioned him as to why he didn’t want to go to school. This is a snippet of our conversation.
“Aiden, why don’t you want to go to school”?
“The principal is so mean. He told me to hurry up at my locker. Why would he do something like that”?
“Well because you can move very slowly, but you are still going to school”.
“You would send your son to a school where the principal hates kids”?
I could smell utter nonsense at that statement. But I pretended to look shocked.
“WHAT? He told the students that he hates kids. Oh my gosh. I have to call the school board about that. That’s not even legal to say that”.
As I was grabbing for my phone Aiden looked rather uncomfortable…
“Ah mom, I was hoping to keep this just between us”.
“But he hates kids Aiden. Who did he tell this to”?
“Um, one of the kids in before care. And those kids know stuff. They are at the school first”.
Right that clearly makes you know stuff. Being at the school first. Let’s just hope the principal returns before the kids know anymore “stuff”.
Running
This isn’t a post about the kids. Shocking I know because they have done some really funny things this past month. Charlotte randomly told me that “I have a big butt and I can’t lie”. I am still trying to figure out where she heard that from. I really hope it wasn’t me because I think it probably was. One of my talents is randomly quoting old school rap lyrics. I wish my talent was knitting but my loved ones are not that lucky.
So, I am signed up for two races, a 10k and a half marathon. I really really don’t like telling people I am doing these races because I hate the reactions. Usually I get looked at like I have spinach in my teeth (well sometimes I do have spinach in my teeth). The next thing I hear is “Why”? I really don’t want to tell people the “why”. My “why I run” sounds really crazy. I run because I sucked at gymnastics. I run because I never finished my Master’s degree. I run because I usually quit so easily. I run so I can feel closer to my grandpa. I run so my kids can’t catch me. Running to me means I can finish anything I really work for. And that’s the key, work for. I never work for my own personal goals. I just let life happen to me. So here I am, training for a 10k in June and a half in October.
Here is the other part to me running. I run at night quite a bit. I know what you are thinking. Chances are I will get murdered because I am a mom, running at night. Well, I am not letting that happen to me. I run prepared. Being prepared means I look insane. Although in my head, while running, I think I look awesome. Like this woman in the picture below.
What I actually look like is this:
And when I run, I look like this:
Wish me luck. I need it.