I can bring the posse (if you can call 2 boys a posse) in with me in the morning, and bring them home with me in the evening. This is both a blessing and a curse. My boys LOVE my classroom. They love to see what I am teaching. My youngest loves to post his own rules for my kiddos!
|It says Be Quiet, Ears listening|
Voice is over. Not to bad for a kindergartner!
The oldest one LOVES my classroom library (It is pretty amazing I must say!) But, my books disappear and end up at my house. My teaching materials end up in places I would have never thought to put them! Of course, I don't have to put up with all of the fun stuff that they "learn" on the bus (my oldest's proudest moment in 2nd grade was learning how to "armpit fart"). I also don't have to send them out in the weather to wait for the bus.
Now, I will admit this (and you will be totally astounded) I am not the most organized person in the world (that would be the hubba). So, he tries to take care of "school stuff". Of course he expects me to know what is going on at school. I know exactly what is going on at school in MY classroom. What the other teachers in the building are doing is a complete mystery to me! That being said, I feel like I should know what is going on.
Of course, Hubba isn't the only person who feels that way. Other parents in the building are often asking me questions because I should know what is going on. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
Okay, sorry. I feel better now.
I must also confess that my boys are...somewhat...behaviorally challenged. They are 100% boys. Of course, this makes me more sympathetic to the boys in my class. But, that teacher's kid is always in trouble! This of course can also backfire. Just today my youngest busted into our staff meeting (the principal really appreciated that one) to tell me something. Of course the rest of the staff said that his entrance was the highlight of our meeting, but there it is. Teacher hat, Mama hat, it's hard to wear both!
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