It's that time again!

Yesterday the class lists were posted at the school. As we all loaded into the car, the kids were both nervous and excited to find out who their teachers would be. Last year Mallory's teacher was a crabby patty. More like a double double crabby patty. I know she had health issues, but seriously, second graders do not deserve an ornery teacher. Especially when they are good students who try very hard to please their grumpy teacher. Two years ago Brigham's teacher wasn't the best. Let's just say she has been teaching for a looong while and is probably a little worn down. Not very patient, doesn't tolerate noise so well, and teaches pretty much out of the book. The best thing about her, according to Brigham, was her prosthetic eye.

So for the first time I requested teachers for all of my kids. Being a teacher myself once-upon-a- time, I am fine with strict teachers. Even a grumpy day every once in a while is understandable. But please, please, teachers... Change your attitude before you walk into the classroom to teach my kids. I am trusting them with you for SEVEN hours a day. If I wanted them to be with a Crabby Patty all day I would teach them myself!!

Needless to say ALL my kids ended up with the teachers I requested. Brigham and Mallory both have male teachers for the first time and are stoked. Quin and Cole both have teachers we love and have had before. I feel very blessed and EXCITED for them. This has always been my favorite time of year (mostly due to my love of new school supplies... mmm I can smell them now.)

A Tale of Hot and Horrible Days

Saturday: Upstairs air conditioner goes out. All the kids sleep/laugh/fight downstairs together.

Sunday: 90 degrees upstairs. Poor Haydyn and Cannon sweat their way through nap time.

Monday: Pay $550 to get air fixed. Whew. Todd leaves on business.

Tuesday: Electricity gets shut off. Don't ask. Spend most of the day without air... again. Realize once again that I would have made a horrible pioneer woman. Pay unspeakable amount of mula to power company.

Tuesday afternoon while electricity is off: Head to Walmart. My favorite. With 5 complaining kids. Leave one at home. Get last minute supplies for Quins birthday. Cannon starts wiggin' (crying, screaming, wanting to be held/ fed... you get the idea), Cole starts teasing, Haydyn starts screaming, both start running circles around my legs.

Sooooo ready to GET THE HECK OUTA HERE when my debit card doesn't go through. My other card doesn't go through. My checkbook is at home. My ice cream is melting. My kids are freaking out. I'm sweating. And annoyed (whats a stronger word for annoyed? Cause that's what I am.) I'd call Todd but he's out of town. I can't leave the groceries only to come back again with 5 or 6 kids. I can't just not get the stuff I need for Quin's birthday tomorrow. So what do I do?

I snap!

I do the unthinkable. I. Walk. Out. WITH my cart. Full of unpaid groceries. Load up the car. Drive home. Put the melting ice cream in the freezer. Feed Cannon. Grab my checkbook. Drive back to Walmart. Pay for the stolen goods. Drive home.

Tuesday night: Electricity on. Kids finally in bed. I'm still feeling warm. Realize main floor air conditioner is NOT blowing cold air. WHAT THE @#$%! Todd gets home at 2:30 AM. Tries to fix it. Doesn't.

Wednesday: A stroke of good luck. Todd had watched the repair man fix the first air conditioner. Believe it or not the second one has the SAME problem. Being the awesome fix-it man that he is, Todd finds the part he needs and repairs it himself. Total cost: $30. Total savings: $520. Now to celebrate Quin's birthday.

The End