The Warning...
I just had the greatest weekend. Spent most of the weekend vomiting with body aches. Yesterday, I went to the doctor (gotta love medical insurance) and got myself checked out. After being poked, pinched, having blood taken out of me, and going in a cup, it was determined that I have gastritis. There are a few causes, but mine, most likely, is due to my poor eating habits. After thinking about it, I have had shooting pains in my stomach that went ignored for the past couple of weeks. I tend to believe that Allah (swt) gives us small warnings and if you don't take heed to them, the ones that follow are a bit harsher. And, thus begins the change in my diet. I have to bid a fond farewell to Wendy's and an Adios to Taco Bell(sniff). Hmmm...what is there to eat? LOL...just kidding. I really have to start taking better care of myself. I'm not getting any younger.
Funny doctor story:
My doctor was an older Muslim man, go figure. As he asks me about my health, he asked me if I was married, and I told him no. Then he takes a breath, waits a few seconds, and asks me, "Is there any possibility that you are pregnant?" while lifting one eyebrow. I responded, "ummm...no". He smiled and took a breath of relief...LOL. He was even a bit happier when my test results showed I wasn't lying. I was cracking up on the inside.
Just Frustrated
I'm a bit frustrated and I can't tell the reader why. When I get like this, I always know that I can find comfort in laying out my prayer rug, opening my Qur'an and reading the words of Allah (swt). The great thing about that is when I just open the Qur'an and read, Allah (swt) always directs me to a passage that pertains to my current situation, and I always feel better. Unfortunately, I'm not able to do that right now since Aunt Flo is visiting, which adds to my frustration. So, what are my other options? Sleep, I guess...since it's so late.
Reclaiming My Blog
I feel that I have been neglecting my blog, but there has been so much going on. I hope to stop using that excuse one day, but for now, it still stands. So, today, February 18, 2008, I reclaim my duty to blog on a regular basis...well, at least three times a week. I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore, so I may be writing for myself.
I am entering my sixth week of teaching the toddlers. Can you believe it's been that long already? I apologize that I haven't been here to write some of my funny classroom stories like I'd promised, but I intend to make it up to you all. All in all, I LOVE it! Between dancing around, feedings, diapers and pull-ups, wiping runny noses, readings, eating the fake food they cook for me in the kitchen area, playing, and trying to complete art activities while trying to stop them from putting sand, paint, clay, and crayons in their mouths, the day goes by extremely fast. When I sat back and took a look, I realized that I only have 2 hours with them everyday for activities. Morning meeting begins at 9:30 am. By 10:00 am, we have to stop whatever we're doing to have morning snack. They eat lunch at 11:30 am, which wraps up the day since they nap after they eat. With children that young, we have to let them sleep as long as they'd like and can't wake them, so most of them wake up between 2:30 pm and 2:45 pm. As they get up, they have afternoon snack and go to the bathroom. Once we finish all that, it's already 3:15 pm, and school is over, although most of them stay for aftercare. I leave at 3:30 pm...and that's my day.
Funny story from last week:
I have this thing I do with the kids that they LOVE. I stretch my legs out in front of me and at least four of them get on my "train". I bounce them up and down (serious leg work out) and sing two songs that I made up. After weeks of this, they've caught on to the songs and now sing them with me. When I'm done, I shout "All off", and the children get up. On this particular day, Toddler A sat in the front of the "train". As I shouted, "All off", Toddler B crawled over to Toddler A and hit her on her head. Now, Toddler B has started this new hitting trend in the class, not to be mean, but I believe he's beginning to understand cause and effect and uses hitting to experiment with this scientific theory. So, when Toddler A got hit, she began to cry (well, she began to make noise...not a tear in sight). So, I asked Toddler A to come to me and tell me what happened (mind you, I witnessed the entire thing). Toddler A then put her hand to her chest and stated VERY CLEARLY, "Mis Nees, he pinched my nipple." I KID YOU NOT!
If you were entertained by that one, I have many more...stay tuned.
