A Room With A View...

This weekend has been a much needed slice of Heaven!

My husband invited me to meet him in

Daytona for the weekend (with no kids)
STOP RIGHT THERE!

and had a mani/pedi/facial/Swedish massage 
waiting for me
SERIOUSLY?!
You're killing me here.
I was surrounded by cornfields
all weekend.
Both short people were with me
since my other half has
"Can't-sit-still-itis"
and worked 15 hours on Saturday
and 7 on Sunday!

PLUS 

a ROOM WITH A VIEW 
Jealous much?  Uh, yes!
….ummm…King Common Sense Rocks!
Yes he does!
On behalf of all exhausted teachers
everywhere, we salute you!

I think my husband KNEW that his wife 
was standing on the edge

and that he better act fast!

As I was getting my Swedish massage, 

the masseuse asked if there was another 

area that needed working on.   

I told her that my left arm 
had been out of whack 

since the end of the school year.   

When she started working on it, 

I was lying there moaning 

(not from pleasure, but from pain) 

when she said, 

“This is from an injury, 
what did you do to yourself?”   

I had to think a minute, 

when I remembered that I fell 

right around Spring Break last year 
in my classroom

    —on a Saturday.    

It was a nasty fall, 
and I hit the back 

of my left arm 
on one of my tables.   

I walked around for the next 2 weeks 

with a HUGE black mark 
on the back of my arm.   

As I’m telling her about it, 

she’s looking at me like I’m nuts and says, 

“What would  you do if your child 

came home with a big, ugly black mark? 

You would take them to the doctor 

or even to the hospital, right?”   

Well, yeah….duh!   

(King Common Sense would have my head if I didn't!)

I just figured that I was fine, 

I mean it was bad…

but it never occurred to me that 
I had a real INJURY 

(after all, I could move my arm…slowly

….but I could move it).   

She then said something 

that made me really think.   

She said that people 
always take such good care of their cars, 
but never very good care of themselves.   

Cars only last 5-10 years, 

and then you get a new one.   

Our bodies need to last us 80-90 years, 

so we better take care of them. 

As she was talking, I was thinking…

Yes...I remember giving myself this same talk 

about my teeth and my Coca-Cola habit this past summer.  

 BTW, I still haven’t had a Coke since my root canal...YAY! 
Show off!  (SSSSSSllllllurp goes the Coke
in my glass......just saying.)

Whenever I even THINK about downing one, 

I remember my dentist working on my mouth.   

I literally cringe, 

and I slowly back away 
from the red can!
La-la-la-la-la,
I'm not listening!

The other thing that my 

“Oh So Wise Masseuse” 

said that made me laugh 

was when she gave me an analogy 

of people on airplane flights.   

Caregivers know that they must put on 

their own safety masks before putting on 

anyone else’s breathing masks.   

This made me giggle, 

because many years ago 
(right out of college)….

I was actually a flight attendant.  
I had no idea my Florida pen pal
was a flight attendant.
Maybe we've already met!
(Only if you flew Continental back in the 90's! 
I was the little, bitty flight attendant 
with masses of black curls. 
"Thank you for flying Continental...
Bye-bye now, hope to see you soon!") 

So yes, 
Mama Masseuse is RIGHT!   

Caregivers DO 

have to put on their own safety masks 

before they are able 

to adequately take care of others!
Or else, we're all going to end up
dead on the floor 
(or at least a little lightheaded, 
and very bruised)!
However, our co-workers all know
how to use the defibrillator.
Just saying....
(Remove the bra...
there are wires in there!)

Here's a little something for all of us teachers 

to think about as we go non-stop 

doing a million things at once!

Thank goodness for my husband, 

who made me slow down 

and do something for myself this weekend!

So, as I’m sitting in our hotel room, 

viewing Daytona’s night life
Must you remind us where you were
this weekend?
I mean really?!
…feeling like jello….

here’s a little recap of my week:

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes:

“I picked my nose, and I need to wash my hands.”

What does odd mean? 

(In reference to The Ugly Duckling)

“It means you’re a freak.”

Let’s think of  nicer words to explain "odd"…

“It means you’re a real geek.”

Kindergarten “Klassics”:

As one student in a center paints 

all over her hand and arm with water paints

 another student decides that licking the playdough

is the best way to make it more pliable…

it was just missing the spit factor.

I began congratulating two students 

for working so quietly in their center…  

 when on closer inspection 

I noticed that they both had 

the alphabet letters stuck in their ears 

(too large to fit in the ear hole, 

but just the right size to squeeze 

into the area of the ear right next to the hole.)

*AttaGirl Funnies by Angela Furgal AKA Fairy Funtastic*
If you see this pinned somewhere else...know that you saw it here first!

The saving grace of my week:

“I love your class!”

“You are the most beautiful teacher ever!”

After a grueling day at work, 

here's to hoping that ALL teachers 

have their own little slice of Heaven 

to go home to every day!