I know I shouldn’t hold it against the noble sea cow, what with the constant accusations that there curvaceous forms were mistaken by blind drunk sailors to be mermaids, thus causing a whole new level (that would be sea level ) of gender, not to mention species, specific harassment. But I am rapidly losing faith. Not so much in the Huge Manatees, but in Humanity.
My week was challenging in a First World sort of way. The first week after one holiday and two weeks before another one is an expected challenge, rife with the possibility of Mayhem. My week started out ok and the struggles started when a number of kids asked me why I gave them a specific grade as opposed to another. I only got one from a parent who didn’t understand why her son got such a low grade on a project. I explained the entire schedule for said project and that not only did her child not do any work in class on the project, he did not use any of the time afforded to him to work on the notes. These notes were a huge percentage of the project, as explained every single day to the child. I invited her to visit with me about the lesson plan, etc.
And then there was the rest of the week.
My iPod disappeared from my desk. I don’t know who took it, but I know who didn’t take it. I put an alert out to the whole school and told my chattiest students to be on the look out.
I was hoping that it would get turned in by the end of the week. It didn’t
I had a “date” with SWB, a guy I watched movies with a few times. I suspect he might be stupid, but I thought that I needed a diversion. He lives about an hour and a half away from me so we were going to meet in between.
I got a truly crappy text message from him saying that not only could he not make it, he wouldn’t be able to reschedule and there would be no contact from him in the future, so I should bother texting him back.
I don’t much care, but I resent the implication that I am some sort of stalker type who is craving to drive 45 minutes to see some unspecified movie, probably something that I would enjoy on an ironic level and that he would actually enjoy and then not be able to discuss it with him without getting into semantics. And then explaining what Irony and Semantics mean.
Really. Such is my life.
But on Saturday, oddly enough at the same time when I was supposed to be meeting SWB, ExH and his ALC came by. Now I in no way blame ALC for his existence, he is adorable and looks quite a bit like my nieces and beloved father-in-law. ALC grinned toothily at me when he saw me, true I was holding a hand puppet and a cookie, but I think some of the smile was for me.
ExH and I talked about insurance, finance and the giant hole in the roof (World’s worst Roald Dahl book.) while ALC toddled around while the cat looked pained and aggrieved (World’s Worst Personal Injury Lawyers.)
Ex. H scooped up the ALC so that the cat would relax, but he was also trying to adjust the papers. ALC reached out his arms for me to take him. I did and he rested his arm comfortably around my neck and offered me a nibble of his drool dampened cookie. (Fill in your own World’s Worst. That one’s too easy.)
A lovely child whose father’s feelings toward me range from indifferent to guilty and whose mother wishes I had died so I would be out of the way wanted me to hold him, and was delighted when I did.
Maybe there’s a spark for Humanity in general. As for the Huge Manatees, I hear that there is a Habitat for them