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countdown....12 days

12.

And tomorrow only half counts, because I'll be in a meeting all day and my kids will have a sub.

12 more days of the toughest group of kids that I can imagine.

12 more days of time-out for the kid who stomps his feet and yells "God, I hate this school. This school is so stupid." every time he doesn't get his way.

12 more days of hoping against hope that another kid doesn't do anything else sexually inappropriate.

12 more days of trying to get my lowest student to add one digit numbers together, while the rest of his class works on division skills.

12 more days of getting my most hyperactive kid to please calm down long enough to hear the instructions.

12 more days of trying to pretend that some other grade level is not at recess outside our window.

12 more days of trying to get to bed on time.
12 more days of packing my lunch.
12 more days of end of the year crazy schedules.
12 more days of endless IEP meetings.
12 more days of still working while sweet hubby is technically on vacation.

12 more days.

Update on sweet hubby:
Él decidió buscar consejería en la universidad para ver porque siempre se desanima para estudiar, o por lo menos para buscar recursos y estrategias para ayudarle a seguir estudiando y pidiendo la ayuda academica que necesita.

No sé si va a tomar el curso que falló otra vez ahora en el verano, o si esperará hasta la primavera, pero estoy dispuesta a viajar a escocia sin él en julio si es necesario. Se está juntando con un amigo, también, que le está ofreciendo tutoría una vez a la semana durante este verano. Me gustaría si hubiese sido con más frecuencia, pero sé que es dificil encontrar ese tipo de ayuda en el verano.

Sweet hubby is working as many hours as his part-job will give him during my last few weeks of school.

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