Lost Boy and Shrieking Girls

I went to the movies this evening with a group of girls.  The girls were an especially lively bunch.  Luckily the movie was deep and engaging, well to everyone except Brett.  The Life of Pi credits begin to roll and Brett announces in his outside voice, "That was the WORST story EVER!"  The rest of us disagree with Brett, but he felt it was very important to announce his feelings to the ENTIRE auditorium.

Following the movie, we moved to an eatery for burgers and cake.  I decided it was a good thing that I'm a high school teacher and not an elementary school teacher.  The younger children bounce instead of walk and twirl instead of hurry.  It is truly a lesson in patience.  Whenever you get a group of girls together they do lots of giggling and silliness and shrieking and all that stuff I never remember doing but I know I did.  We arrived home to a quiet house and as I write this blog I am thinking about the soft comfy bed in the next room.

Last night as I got ready for bed, I realized Brett was moaning in his bed.  I went to check on him and he had a fever.  He stayed home from school today with a sore throat and a fever, but NO other symptoms.  He was still his usual self; playful and busy.  While I issued my semester exam he made a bed for himself under the table.  At one point he started to feel warm and I sent him alone, MISTAKE, to the nurse to get medicine as he unsuccessfully attempted the pill form.  After a gag session and too much drama I called the nurse and sent him on his way.  Shortly, I went to see where he had gone and found the head of the school on a walkie talkie trying to identify why a child dressed in full camouflage was roaming the campus unaccompanied.    When they realized to whom the child belonged I think it made more sense, but it didn't calm their anxiety.  Brett was STILL loose on campus.  I locate him and ask him why they were making a fuss about him roaming the campus and he says, "I might've crossed the street."  Let me clarify, the street is the carpool line on the campus, but it is still a street.  Lesson learned.  Now I understand why they always send children places in pairs.  One of them is bound to have better judgement.  Maybe?

My students worked furiously on their semester exam and Brett returned to his comfortable hideaway under the table.  This semester exam, Christmas Gala, Christmas parties, cookie exchanges, basketball practices and games, and sick child stuff is making my bed look better and better every night.  I remember back in the day when I struggled to get good sleep.  Now I touch the pillow and am asleep.  It may not be the best sleep, but it does not require ANY sleep aids.  Ear plugs go in and I hear nothing until morning!  Speaking of ear plugs, they are calling to me as is my cozy, fluffy bed.  I am thankful for extra soft sheets that make sleeping dreamy. (Day 21).  Goodnight Friends and SWEET DREAMS!

UPDATE:  The next morning I asked Brett what he didn't like about the movie.  He said, "I really liked the movie.  I was just kidding when I said I didn't like it!"  Oh, I guess I didn't catch his sarcasm.