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AuburnChick Waits for a Package

Today I received a message from my friend, Rabbitrescuer.  She is my friend whose son was badly burned this summer, and she’s spent the last three months at a Shriner’s Hospital while he recovers.  We’ve become good friends during this time.

She’s such a sweet gal.  Her message was, in affect, a teaser.  She said that she’s sending me a package and to be on the lookout for it.

Hmmm…I know she went to a fabulous yarn store on Friday.

Hmmm…

So I called her as soon as I got off of work.  We typically chat during this time each weekday.  I told her that I had received her message.  I could almost hear her smiling over the phone.  She can’t keep surprises, you see, and I knew she was trying desperately not to tell me what is in said package.

“Well, it’s bigger than a packing envelope,” she said.

Hmmm…

“The box is almost the size of the one you sent me, only taller,” she continued.

Double hmmm…

She giggled.

I smiled (not that she could see that).

I love surprises.

If you see a mailman being attacked by a 5’3″ woman bearing knitting needles, just smile and drive on by.  He won’t be the first to have been lovingly attacked by an anxious knitter awaiting knitting goodies.

Starting To Feel More Connected

Isn’t it strange how one little life change suddenly becomes the link that connects the seemingly unrelated bits and pieces of your life?

For me, it’s actually two changes…pursuing a job in the teaching profession and joining a Bible study.  Allow me to elaborate.

This morning Soccer Chick and I arrived at church with plenty of time to chat with people before the service began (a rare occurrence since we tend to run late to just about everything).  As I sat down, I noticed two teens sitting behind me, and I caught the word, “Sub” in their conversation.  Then, one of the girls asked me if I had subbed at her school recently.  Yep…sure did.  They were very nice…they had been in one of my better-behaved classes.

Then, the mom of one of Chick’s friends (who happens to work at Chick’s high school, where I subbed twice last week) called me over and asked how I like subbing.

Why would this conversation be important?  Well, because I tend to lie low at public functions.  I am rather shy…not much of a party-goer.  I don’t think I make small talk very well, preferring to focus on a few friends and long conversations (just ask my friends at work).

Anyhow, it made me feel good to be chatting with the mom.

And then the gal I subbed for on Friday, another friend of mine (our boys played soccer together), came over and gave me a hug and thanked me for doing a wonderful job in her class.  The teacher next door had bragged on me.

Word is spreading.

I’m making connections.

What’s neat, too, is that a couple of weeks ago, I began attending a Wednesday Night Women’s Bible study.  This shouldn’t seem out of the norm for me, but the last few years, I’ve kind of retreated within my home and within myself.  I don’t exactly know why.  Perhaps it was our move across state that placed me far away from cherished friends and the pampered (albeit busy) lifestyle of the stay-at-home mom.

Regardless, I think I’m starting to come out of my shell a bit.  Walking into church is becoming a lot more like walking into my own home…just as it was for many years.  I didn’t realize how much I missed the comfortable feeling.  It really is nice.

Much more than that, though, is the feeling that I am known.  I think I’ve been rather lonely during the last five years.  Soccer Chick teases me by saying that my online friends aren’t real.  I know you are.  But sometimes there’s no substitute for the friend in the form of flesh…someone you can hug or go to Starbucks with (yeah, I know I can take my laptop and have all of you with me, but YKWIM).  I think that some of the saddest people are the ones who slip through life unnoticed.  I don’t want to be one of those people, unless I’m tripping over my shoes or something embarrassing like that.

As I make more connections, my circle will expand.  My city is small, and you can’t help running into people you know wherever you go.  Now, perhaps, I’ll be able to match a few more names with faces, and they will be able to do the same with me.

Sigh..

AuburnChick feels so blessed…

Seven Weird Things About AuburnChick

My friend Rebecca tagged me.  So now it’s my turn to share seven random or weird things about myself.  Just what you wanted, eh?  As if I wasn’t weird enough!

Ok…here goes…

1.  If I walk around in a circle for something, I have to go back in the opposite direction…kind of like to unwind.  Weird, but it’s what I do.  It’s almost like I’m preventing myself from getting dizzy.

2.  I cry when I throw up.  I hate throwing up…hate the feel of my throat afterward.  So I cry.

3.  I cannot stand sweet potatoes.  My mom made my sister and me eat them every Thanksgiving, and I barely got them down each year.  You didn’t say no to Mom.  I cook Thanksgiving dinner for our family each year, and we do not eat this dish.  I refuse to allow my mother-in-law to fix it.  I don’t want the stuff in my house, and I won’t wash the dishes it’s cooked in either (even if we’re at her house and she makes it for Christmas).  Everyone tries to get me to try their recipe, insisting that I’ll love it, but I refuse.  Me thinks that there must be a reward for the person who gets me to try it and like it.  Warning…you won’t win this award.  Don’t try.

4.  I do not like the little Windows Update shield to stay on a computer.  As a computer tech, I HAVE to run the updates on a computer if I see it.  I don’t care if I’m at your house for dinner.  I’ll update your computer if I see it.

5.  When stacking towels in my linen closet, I must have the folded edges facing outward…not the loose edges, if you know what I mean.  In my mind, it looks bad when you open the door if the folded edges aren’t facing you.  Yeah, anal…I know.

6.  I will not enter a room if I see a spider.  No way, no how.  Gives me the heebie jeebies.

7.  I will not look in a mirror in the dark.  When I was little, I had a strange friend who did all of these weird incantations and freaked me out mightily.  I never, ever forgot it.

Ok…so now I’m going to tag some of my friends.  Please visit their blogs by clicking on their names:

4thelovesof

Golightly Place

I’m Loving Motherhood

Kids & Knit

KnitWithUs

KrisKnits

Melly’s LacePlace

AuburnChick Wants to Get in Shape

If you’ve been reading my blog for very long, you know that I’m not exactly Martha Stewart.  My decorating skills leave much to be desired.

Perhaps this is just a matter of what style you prefer.  Me…I go for practicality…functionality.  A home is where you go to relax after a stressful day.  You should have your stuff around you, where it’s easy to get to.

Remember that I have a ping pong table in my den, and baskets of yarn scattered here and there.  For a while, Rockin’ Rooster’s drum set graced my dining room.

Last week, I added this to the mix:

Image 15.0 R Treadmill

Image 15.0 R Treadmill

Here’s a close-up of the top:

I’ve been wanting to incorporate some exercise into my schedule, but it’s really hard to find the time.  I thought that if I bought a treadmill, I could walk while I was watching TV.  Another problem I have is that when it gets cold, the tops of my ears get really cold, leading to a headache.  Of course, I’ve got my new hat I could wear, but it’s still cold outside during winter.  You just can’t avoid it.  Because I’m very, very cold-natured, walking indoors appeals to me greatly.

I was aghast when I priced these babies.  I do not have $1000 lying around waiting to be spent.  Most people don’t.  Someone suggested I try Craig’s List.  Sure.  Like my small town is going to have any listings.

Boy was I surprised.

I found two listings for the walking machines!  I researched both models and then contacted the seller of the one I deemed more worthy of my attention (one of the reviews is located here).  My email was quickly answered, and I made an offer, talking her down from $250 to $200.  A sweet deal for an item that was used about four times.

The treadmill has a fan and several different programs that allow for inclining.  It also folds up.

The gal was nice enough to deliver it since I don’t own a vehicle large enough to tote anything of this sort.

So it’s sitting in my dining room, taking up a large amount of space.  And I haven’t used it yet.  I will.  I’ve just been tired and recovering from blisters from shoes that should not be worn while subbing (lesson learned).

Rockin’ Rooster has used it three times already.  He loves it!  He’s taking Personal Fitness online at the Florida Virtual School, and he often has to run a mile.  This will be much easier for him.

I’m all about that.  Making things easier.  Just don’t tell Martha.

Never Too Busy To Knit

What a crazy week I’ve had!  What, with Soccer Chick’s crisis and my new adventure in the world of subbing, it’s a wonder that I’ve been able to knit.

But I have!  And boy, have I been busy!

A long time ago, I fell in love with the Koolhaas Hat. You can purchase the pattern here.

Then, I received a gift certificate for Kaleidoscope Yarns and went in search of something nice to buy.

I bought two skeins of Blue Sky Alpaca Silk. The color is “Peapod,” #141. You can read about the yarn here. Oh man, is it soft! Here’s a picture of the pre-knit up yarn:

I went hunting for patterns on Ravelry before I bought the yarn and saw that someone had used it to make the Koolhaas Hat.

Bingo! The perfect match!

So, like the other person, I doubled the yarn (hence my purchase of two skeins) and cast on this project on 9/13…finishing tonight (9/19). I used up 85g of my yarn (each skein is 50g).

Getting started was a challenge because I didn’t have DPNs that were the right size, nor the 16″ cable. However, I decided to use Magic Loop. The pattern works absolutely fine done this way. Whew!

The pattern is not hard, if you are comfortable doing cable work. However, the slickness of the yarn made it impossible to do the cables without cable needles. What a chore!

I persevered and am really glad I did. The top of the hat, IMHO, is gorgeous! This pattern is smartly written, despite my aggravation with the cables.

I’m pleased because although I didn’t do a gauge swatch, the hat came out the perfect size for me, proving there’s a first time for everything.

On to the pictures!

The yarn is actually a darker color. Maybe a sage color? The next picture was taken with the flash on. I tried to fix it, but oh well.

And a view of the top…

Now, knitters typically move along from one project to the next.  Y’all know that I am coordinating the West Coast Oddball Baby Blanket Project.  Our blog is located here, if you want to take a peek.

Last week, Shandeh, of KH fame, sent me a HUGE box of goodies…yarn, needles, and a few things for little ole me.

Here are close-ups of what’s on the table…

DK Weight Yarn for Preemie Blankets

DK Weight Yarn for Preemie Blankets

DK and Worsted Weight Yarn

DK and Worsted Weight Yarn

Goodies for AuburnChick!

Goodies for AuburnChick!

The Baby Bee yarn is incredibly soft, so I couldn’t wait to cast on!  I wound up casting on four blankets this week and will mail them off this weekend.

For Lemonade Stand, I used the Checkerboard pattern from the book knit & purl. The yarn is Baby Bee Sweet Delight, and the color is “Sunny.”

I only knit about an inch so we can fit in six other knitters, giving more people a chance to work on it.  Actually, this is what I did for all of the blankets I cast on this week.

Lemonade Stand

Lemonade Stand

For Little Boy Blue, I used Yarn Bee Sweet Delight, and the color is Blueboy. I used the pattern Stocking Stitch Triangles from the knit & purl book.

Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue

Here’s Carousel. I used Yarn Bee Sweet Delight, and the color is “Carousel.” I cast on 85 stitches and used the Check Pattern from my knit & purl book.

Carousel

Carousel

Here’s Puppy Love. I used the same brand of yarn, and the color is “Puppy.” The pattern is Twisted Moss I from the same book mentioned above. I cast on 85 stitches for this blanket.

The picture doesn’t show the flecks of color in this yarn. It’s not completely cream colored.

Puppy Love

Puppy Love

Now that the blankets are started, I can resume work on a beanie for Soccer Chick’s “guy friend.”  He asked me to make him one out of the school colors.  I found a pattern and have begun work on it.  It’s going to be a bit challenging, though, because he has asked me to put his soccer number on it, so I’ll be learning how to do a duplicate stitch.

My friend, Shandeh (mentioned above) interestingly enough just posted on her blog about her latest duplicate stitching adventure.  It’s worth a look-see.

Ok…I hope this makes up for all of the recent “Poor Me” posts lately.  I’m off to work on “Guy Friend’s” beanie.  I’ll post updates…

AuburnChick Likes Playing Teacher

Did you ever play school when you were a child?  I remember having arguments about who was going to be the teacher.  I wanted to be teacher every time.  After all, it was fun to write on the chalkboard (I had a big one that flipped over even).

Since last week, I’ve subbed four times, and I have a subbing job on Friday.  It would seem that my goal of getting in the schools twice a week is attainable.  The need for subs is great.

Yesterday was the most fun I’ve had.  I subbed for a half day at the middle school my children attended, for a teacher I know.  His classroom was clean and even had carpet!  I taught two sixth grade math classes.  Thank goodness we were only learning how to round decimals.  You see, math is my worst subject, but the teacher had left very clear instructions on how to teach this concept.

Now, y’all know that I love technology and gadgets.  I got to use the overhead, and I got to write on the board.  I was in my element!

The kids were really sweet too.

One of the teacher’s class times was his planning, so I had time to reflect.  I experienced an overwhelming sense that THIS is what I am supposed to be doing.  I mean, I’ve always known I was supposed to teach.  It’s always nice to get affirmation though.  This feels RIGHT.

You know what I’m talking about.

Today I subbed at Soccer Chick and Rockin’ Rooster’s school.  Remember my post about Chick’s scare?  Well, the day finally arrived.

We all rode together, and she parked in the student parking lot.  It felt really weird getting out of the car.  We quickly said our goodbyes (no big hug or kiss for me, thank you very much).  I hoofed it to the office, laptop case slung over my right shoulder, heels clicking with every step.  I had made it a point to look professional, trying to separate myself from the student body (I have been mistaken for a student before due to my petite size).

Entering high school as a teacher-wanna-be is scary stuff.  I got lost trying to find the classroom and had to ask for help from three unsuspecting teens.  They warily followed me, pointing the way and disappeared among the throng of students.

My classes went well.  I got to see Kevin Costner’s naked hiney in the movie “Dances With Wolves,” of which I turned my eyes down, face turning red that the teacher had picked this out for me to watch with hormonal teens.

Soccer Chick even came by to visit, if you can believe that, and I ran into her during lunch.  I saw a gal I know who works in the Guidance office, and she told me that Chick had gone by and told her how proud she was of me.

Eh?  What’s that, I said in disbelief?  Chicky gave ME, a mere mom-mortal-person, a compliment?  To another mom?

Wow!

I’m having a blast playing school for real this time.

BTW, I’ll get knitting pictures up TOMORROW!  All of those planning periods and movie watching has left me time to work on some projects!

Regrouping

First of all, thank you for the kind comments.  It’s been a difficult couple of days.  You doubt yourself during times like this.

Today we received a few emails from parents on the team.  They were supportive but had a sad tone to them.  It makes me sad.  I wonder if we’re doing the right thing given the amount of talent Soccer Chick possesses in those legs of her’s.

Word in the soccer community is spreading like wildfire.  Soccer Chick is well-known around the state.  We’ve heard from several parents who are hoping she is coming to their team.  She probably is.  I haven’t talked to her about it yet, though.  I’m trying not to push.

She did indicate that she wants to continue to play soccer, and she even mentioned going to a recruiting weekend at a college that has expressed a lot of interest in her.  She loves the coach, having had him train her during the summer’s ODP (Olympic Development Program) tryouts.  He loves her.  He makes her feel good about herself.

I like people who do that.

So, soccer isn’t over for us.  If she goes to another team, the travel will be drastically cut.  We’ll still attend some of the college showcase tournaments…important for her future.  But, for the most part, her weekend travel will be cut in half.

My heart is still heavy, but we’ll adjust.

Sigh…

Oh, and just so you know, I have been knitting.  Tomorrow, I’ll try to post pictures of my current projects.

How Do You Talk to a Wall?

Have you ever had a conversation with a person and felt like you were talking to a wall?

That’s how I felt tonight.

Soccer Chick and I got home early this afternoon, having spent an interesting night at the hotel by ourselves.  We watched our Auburn Tigers lose to LSU.  Boo.  Then, this morning, we were awakened several times by soccer girls on their way to their own games.

We made the long drive home in virtual silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts and the tune of the music we were each listening to.  We got home with plenty of time to rest up for the coming week.  She drove herself and Rooster to church this evening while my mind pondered the events of the weekend.

I was disturbed that I didn’t get to talk to the coach before we left.  I decided to call, despite warnings and pleadings by Soccer Chick and Mr. AuburnChick not to.

I’m the type of person who says what I feel.  I can’t help it.  I have to get things out in the open.  I like to try to work things out.  Leaving the field last night without closure went against my nature.

So I called.

Probably a bad idea, depending on whose perspective you look at it from.

I tried.  I really did.

Everything I said echoed back, and it wasn’t because of a bad connection.

Coach was understandably angry, even though he claimed not to be, which was kind of funny because he was yelling while he said it.

I called to get closure.  I called to apologize for the way things went down.  I won’t say I’m perfect, because I am well aware that I’m not.  My teens tell me this all the time.  However, I am more than willing to accept my responsibility for things that could have been handled differently.  I did this, although I don’t think Coach heard me.

I also tried to clarify why Soccer Chick quit.  Coach didn’t understand.  How do you say, “You drove her away,” nicely?

You don’t.  No matter how hard you try to sweeten it, you can’t.  Which is why Soccer Chick didn’t try last night.

I gingerly fed him this bit of news, but it was a bitter pill to swallow.  How do you explain to a coach that his passion needs to be acted out in a positive way?  Yeah, he didn’t take this too well.  Perhaps after time he’ll realize that I did not mean to slight him.

I don’t think that anything I said went past his wall of self defense.  I was accused of not parenting my child properly and falling off of a pedestal I’d been placed upon…one I never wanted to stand atop anyhow.

Talking to a wall is not fun.  I quickly understood why Soccer Chick quit.  Sometimes you cannot reason with people.  They refuse to see anybody’s perspective but their own.

Too bad.  They lose out.

Coach will lose out, and now the other players will too.

Too bad.  I really loved that team, and so did Soccer Chick.

After hanging up with Coach, I cried.  I don’t like letting people down.  I felt like I had let him and the team down.

I called my sister.  I needed someone to assure me I had done the right thing.  She didn’t let me down.

After talking to her, I regained my confidence.  I know that as a parent, my first priority is my children’s emotional well-being.  During my conversation with Coach, he stated, several times, that Soccer Chick was only thinking of herself.  She had put the team last.  She had put herself last for so long that she was an emotional wreck.  I am trying to help her pick up the pieces.

Coach has no idea…

My sister reminded me that last night, I chose my daughter over the team.  THAT will be the choice that matters the most in the end.  What good is a team if the individuals aren’t happy and putting forth their full effort?  What happens when soccer goes away?

In the end, I think that Coach was being selfish.  I don’t know if he’ll ever understand.

I think that what hurt the most was the fact that I had tried to apologize, and that apology was rejected.  Have you ever tried saying you’re sorry, and the other person blew you off?

It was like talking to a wall.

Guess I’ll redecorate…put in a new one.

Please continue to pray for us as we adjust to our new “surroundings.”

A Tough Decision

I wonder what it would be like to go through one day without drama.  Is it just me or does everyone experience this?

Today started out innocently enough.  Soccer Chick and I arose early to drive to her soccer practice…five hours away.  If you’re new to my blog, then I’ll explain that Chick plays soccer for a team that is based across the state.  That’s what you do when you play at a high level.  We travel, on average, two or three times a month for games or practices.  It’s tough, but it’s what you have to do if you want to play in college or beyond.

I told Chick that she would drive the first bit.  I thought it would be a good time to practice interstate driving.  I happily knit while keeping watch out of the corner of my eye.  She did a good job.

I took over about two hours into our journey.  Good thing or else she wouldn’t have driven me to the yarn store I planned on visiting along the way…my secret reason for starting at o’dark thirty this morning.  If you heard a sonic boom this afternoon, it was Soccer Chick uttering her displeasure when she discovered my plans.

“Mama, we don’t usually go over this bridge.  Are you sure you’re going the right way?”

“Yes, dear, we can get to our hotel this way.”

“But that’s not the way that Daddy usually goes.”

“Honey, I’ve got a map.  We’re fine.”

I cannot hide anything.  I started smiling.  She caught me.

“Mama, why are you smiling?”

“No reason, dear.”

“Mama!  We’re NOT going yarn shopping!”

“Whatever do you mean, dear?”  Another big smile.

I love being the parent.

Here’s what I got at the store…no drama here…just me pulling out the debit card…

Lornas Laces Shepherd Sport Georgetown

Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sport "Georgetown"

Trekking pro natura, color #1545

Trekking pro natura, color #1545

I have to blame my friend, Rabbitrescuer, who instructed me to purchase more than two skeins of yarn.  I called her yesterday, and during our conversation told her my plans.  You know a true friend when they enable you.  Knitters are awesome people to be friends with, eh?

But this is not the drama I spoke of earlier.  That came later.

Soccer Chick and I left the store and picked up a late lunch.  At this point, I realized that Chicky had somehow gotten sick during our five hour ride.  She was so sick that she dreaded practice.

And then the bottom fell out of the sky…

She began to tell me that not only did she not want to go to practice because she didn’t feel well, but she just didn’t want to go to practice period.  She didn’t want to play with the team anymore.

While she was talking, I knit…and knit…and knit.

Thank goodness for knitting.  The repetitiveness of it is very soothing.  Especially when your child tells you that they want to turn your world upside down.

I asked questions while I knit, trying to gauge if this was related to PMS or truly what she wanted.

It was.

I won’t go into the why’s, but her priorities are changing.  I think she’s trying to obtain some balance in her life.  Actually, I think she wants another coach.  I think they go hand-in-hand.

I called Mr. AuburnChick, who had stayed home to tend to Rockin’ Rooster and the pups.  He took it better than I expected.

Fortunately, Soccer Chick still wants to play soccer, but she decided that she needs to change the scenery so that she won’t hate it, if you can understand that.

That was a huge relief.  She has so much talent.  Watching her play is like listening to a musician play an instrument.  It’s beautiful.  Poetry in motion.  I get teary-eyed just trying to put this into words.  She’s solid.  She’s brave.  She’s fast.  She comes out of nowhere like a freight train and saves her team from being scored on…time and time again.

To hear her say that she almost hates the art that she has become so proficient at…it made me sad.

But at the same time I respect her so much.  It takes a lot of guts to recognize your breaking point and then stop before reaching it.

We called the coach and arranged to meet with him a few minutes before practice was to begin.  She dreaded it.

I prayed for her before we left.  I prayed that God would give her the courage to do what needed to be done.  I prayed that she would trust in His plan for her life…a plan that included even this uncomfortable conversation.

We drove to the fields and met Coach.  He took the news very poorly.  It disturbs me when I see adults react in such a way.  Youth sports are about the youth…developing skill but most importantly confidence…confidence that they will carry with them the rest of their lives.  When you destroy that, you are, essentially, pulling the rug out from under them.  His anger only served as validation that Chick had done the right thing.

Sure, this coach is a winning sort, having led his teams to State Cup championships.  However, winning is not everything. Character is.

Poor Soccer Chick.  Fighting a head cold and dealing with the emotional backlash that is sure to come from less-than-supportive former teammates.

Please pray for her.  Please pray that I will be sensitive to her needs.

Soccer Chick Gets a Scare

Before you start thinking it’s driving-related, let me give you some relief and say that it’s not.  However, Soccer Chick and I seem to be growing together, experiencing new things…

Today, I let her drive to school…solo (well, Rockin’ Rooster was with her).  She was aggravated that I would be following, but it was either that or hang up the keys and ride with me.  She decided it wouldn’t be so bad.

The school is less than 1/2 mile from our house.  Yeah, I know.  The kids should be walking.  They would except that there is no sidewalk between my neighborhood and the school, and there’s a small, tight curve between here and there.  Quite dangerous.  The neighborhood has taken it up with the city, and sidewalks and guard rails will be installed about the time I have grandchildren.

All that is moot.  Soccer Chick drove to school.  Upon seeing her safely enter the parking lot, I meandered to my second subbing job.  It was at the same school as the other day but for a different teacher.

I was nervous for a different reason.  These kids would be mainstream kids.  They’ve probably had more experiencing outwitting subs.

When I walked into the classroom, I was immediately at ease.  This teacher had her act together.  The room was clean and organized, decorated with personal photos.  Lesson plans were easy to understand.

“Turn on DVD player and insert Criminal Minds episode.  Press play.”

Piece of cake.  Even a Social Sciences major can understand how to do that.

How much better could it get.  I got to watch one of my favorite shows (this was a Law Studies class, so it was kind of appropriate) and knit.  I repeated this scene for my third class.

My second class was a little rowdier.  They liked to talk, but you could tell that they respected the teacher’s rules, because when it came time to complete their worksheets, they got down to business.

I got called in to sub for another teacher at the school during my “planning” period.  This was an interesting experience.  This class was loud and difficult to instruct.  Plus, it was a science class, and I was supposed to prep them for an exam they are going to have on Monday.

I did not enjoy Earth Science when I was in school.  I could not stand my lab when I went back to college.  Science obviously has not grown on me in the last few months. I scratched my head in between asking the students to quiet down.  We got through the worksheets that they will use as their study guides.  Thank goodness the teacher left an answer key.  I passed, I think.  I have no idea if the kids will though.

All-in-all, it was a good day and a wonderful experience.

My next subbing job is on Wednesday.  I will be working at my children’s high school.  When I told Soccer Chick the name of the teacher, her eyes grew wide with disbelief.

Can you guess why?

Yep.

It’s one of her teachers.

HA, HA, HA!!!

She freaked, almost as badly as I did.

I had no clue.  When I accepted the assignment, it was for a Social Sciences teacher.  Oops.  History falls under this, I think.

It took her about five minutes to realize that she only attends this class two times a week and will not be there on Wednesday.

We both breathed a huge sigh of relief and high-five’d each other.

However, I am not totally in the clear.  I will still have several of her friends in my classes.  She has made me promise not to do anything to embarrass her.  She said she would pretend like I’m not her mom.

I asked her if she had ever considered that it might be ME who chooses not to claim HER.

She was not amused.

Stay tuned for more…