grace in the middle of the madness.

Today we had our kindergarten celebration {no, not graduation...celebration} and man oh man did the parents turn out this year!  The kids showed what they can do on the Smart Board, sang our "We're Mrs. Young's class" song, got their fancy new writing journals, ate ice cream sundaes & cake and I played my very first iMovie instead of using Powerpoint for the pictures.  The best part of the whole thing was when the music switched from "Somewhere over the rainbow/What a wonderful world" to "Say Hey (I love you)" and my kids all started singing.  lol  Gotta thank Pandora for giving them a new favorite!  Or maybe it's because I serenade them when it comes on: I love you...I love you...I love you.

I only teared up once during the presentation but that's probably because I FORGOT to read "All I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten."  A staple!  {sheesh}

I also had to turn in my report cards a day late because I brought my writing continuums home to grade this weekend but realized I left the actual writing samples at school.  Or I thought until Monday morning when I went to get my planner out of my teacher bag and they were sitting right there the whole time!!  {At which point I had only the samples because the continuums were still at home so I still had wait and do them later that night.}

For Pete's sake {or, to crack myself up, "for my husband's sake"} is anyone else losing their minds???  Maybe it's because our celebration was later this year than it normally is but I just feel behind.  I'm at one of those schools where the room has to be taken apart {read...bare} and while it gives me a final sense of closing the chapter on this year, there is a lot still to be done before Friday.  And probably still more that I'm not remembering.

On the other hand, realizing my mistakes and accepting the fact that I don't have to beat myself up about them actually allows me to take a deep breath and have grace for others when they unknowingly hurt my feelings, are inconsiderate or {oh, I don't know} think "Just a trim.  I am in love with my new sassy haircut" means "13 inches wasn't enough last time.  See if you can make it more bowl-ish?"

Such is life.  I forgot to read the poem, I'll print it out and send it home with their summer packet.  My report cards are turned in now and the kids will still get them on Friday.  As for my hair, well, I'll wear a hat.  And when that doesn't fly at school I'll just assure people that the Q-tip look is in.

I am Little Miss Glamour after all.  I must know what I'm talking about...  ;)