Whirlwind

Where did the last week go? Between school, Charley, coaching, and everything else I've got going on, I feel like the last week totally flew by. Charley has been busy at school, and she really loves her teachers. I've been getting to know my students better, and I'm finding that I have a really unique bunch of kids this year. I've also been coaching close to 8 hours every Sunday for the last few weeks, too, so at this point... You could say I'm pretty wiped out!

I think the craziness all started last weekend. With the weather changing from warm to cold, back to warm, combined with some rain storms, Charley and I have been in allergy city. There's been a terrible virus going around, and admittedly, I was afraid I might be coming down with it, but I really think it was (and still is) just allergies. I can't wait for the weather to even out. Now, I'm not saying I can't wait for the cold. In fact, I wish the cold weather would stay away for at least another month...but my allergies can't handle the bipolar, back and forth weather! Anyway, I had planned to meet up with a friend for lunch in Roseville, so while I was there, I decided I should take the opportunity to get my hair cut and a pedicure. Charley was with me of course, so she got her toes painted, too. She was pretty darn cute, sitting in the enormous pedicure chair! Anyway, what was intended to be a short lunch, turned into a full day in the Twin Cities. It wasn't terribly relaxing for a Saturday, but we had fun!

Work has been busy, too. A friend of mine asked me the other day how work was going. My response was, "I've got quite a crew this year!" "Why?" he asked, "What makes these kids different than the other years?" That made me think a little bit. Since I've been teaching, particularly teaching special education, it seems that I've always had the kids that are really bright, but have behavior problems, and need a metaphorical kick in the pants to get themselves motivated in class. This year, I have a couple of those kids. But I also have a couple of kids who are not behavior problems at all. They're sweet, adorable, hard little workers....But they're REALLY behind academically. In some ways it's great, because it allows me to teach more academics, and it challenges me to utilize different strategies. But in other ways, I feel more personal pressure to help these hard working kiddos make progress. It's going to be an interesting year, that's for sure, but I really do look forward to the challenge.

Charley and I are creatures of habit. We generally follow the same routine, every day. She wakes up, comes into my room, and asks, "What day is it Mommy?" I respond, and let her know if it's a school day, a gymnastics day, or a Mommy-Charley day (generally, Saturday). On school days, she watches Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while I get ready, then I get her ready for the day, drop her off at school, and pick her up after work. We then head home, where we play outside, eat dinner, watch TV, and go to bed. It's an exciting life, I know. This week was a little bit different, though! We went to Costco on Tuesday night, which was apparently very exciting for Charley. I guess she went to school on Wednesday, and talked about how that's where you need to shop if you want to buy sorbet. Ha! Wednesday, we met up with one of my out-of-town girlfriends for dinner, and did a little bit of shopping. Thursday night, one of Charley's friends and his mom stopped by to play for a bit, and then, last night, we went to dinner, and to get Charley's hair cut. It was great. But BUSY! And honestly, I need a break.

This morning, I did something that I plan to do again. Probably weekly... I hired a babysitter. One of my amazing co-workers has a daughter in her early twenties, who has tons of experience working with kids. So, I texted her yesterday, and asked if she was free this morning. She came, and stayed with Charley for a couple hours, and it was FANTASTIC. This was significant for me for two reasons. First of all, it was the first time I've had someone who isn't a close friend or family member come over, simply to babysit Charley. She's responsible, she was on-time, and I came home to a clean house and a happy kid. That meant a lot. It was also significant, because it gave me a connection to someone who lives reasonably close-by, who can watch Charley...and Charley loves her! I think any parent, particularly single parents, know that finding a good babysitter is like finding a needle in a haystack. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of teenage girls who would love to babysit Charley, and they tell me every weekend when I coach them. Ha! But they live 45 minutes away, and they're young. Charley is 3 years old, and has severe food allergies. It's nice to have found someone who's a little bit older, and might be able to babysit past 10p.m. every once in awhile. It might enable me to have a little bit more of a social life, and find the balance that I've been seeking! Although, I'll have to cut back on work, if I really want some balance. And I do. So I've got to make some decisions and that likely means cutting back on coaching. Honestly, as much as I love coaching, I do need to maintain my sanity and take care of myself. After all, I'm not really experiencing life if I'm working 7 days a week! And I DO want to experience life a little bit more. That's my goal for the week...telling some of my private lessons that I can't do weekly lessons anymore, because I need the break! Wish me luck. Have a safe weekend, and a great week, everyone!

It's Here...Blog #100!

In honor of my 100th blog post, I decided to go back and read my first ever blog. It was interesting, that’s for sure. Time goes quickly, and I feel like I’m turning into a new person, and…dare I say… growing up. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I’ve always been kind of a grown up. Responsible, stayed out of trouble, tried to keep the peace…But I’ve grown in different ways, due to life’s circumstances. So, I thought I would use today’s post to reflect on a couple of areas in which my life has changed drastically, since I started this whole blogging adventure. 

Career: When I started blogging, I was teaching special education for Nevada Virtual Academy. The job had a lot of perks, including a flexible schedule, and the ability to work from home. But considering I was living with a toddler, and wasn't exactly having a lot of adult interaction on a daily basis, I found that in that job I was bored and kind of lonely. Since leaving that position, I returned to a full-time gymnastics career, when I started GO! Gymnastics, but after some time, it was clear that I really needed a job that would give me a steady paycheck, and provided a regular routine. So, I went back to teaching. Is my job difficult? Absolutely. Do I love it? Absolutely. I love everything about my job. In a given day, I can be insulted, yelled at, talked back to, hugged, smiled at, thanked, and told, "I wish you could be my mom," all by the same student. It can be emotionally draining at times, because I invest myself in all of my students... but I wouldn't change it for the world. I feel like I've found a home, in my classroom.

Love: A year and a half ago, I detailed my extensive online dating experience. While the dates were amusing, and brought along necessary experience in the dating world, it wasn't long before online dating in general, got old. Very old. I ventured back into the online world several times over the last two years, but every time, I found myself kind of annoyed by it and it certainly wasn't fulfilling. I learned a lot, though, and met all types of different people. I've found that I'm more in search of companionship than anything else.  Am I in a serious relationship right now? No. I do have someone in my life who's important to me. He gives me butterflies. He always has. And I like that. But that's all I have to say on the subject at this point! 

Charley: Charley has changed from a sweet, silly, headstrong toddler to a bright, spunky, adorable preschooler. She's not a baby anymore. She's a little girl. It's hard to believe how much she's grown up in the last couple of years. When I started blogging, she spent 98% of her time with me. The excitement of her day might've been a trip to Target, or going to the gym. Now, she spends much of her time at preschool, with her friends and her teachers. She speaks in clear, complete sentences, and counts to 50. She is a free spirit, who belts out songs at the top of her lungs, and dances around the room like nobody's watching (although she always checks to make sure SOMEONE is watching). Charley has grown up quite a bit, and I can't believe how much she has changed. It makes me simultaneously sad and proud. I love that little girl. 

Home: For two years, I lived in a small, two-bedroom duplex, where I could hear EVERYTHING that went on upstairs. The place wasn't perfect, but it was a great fit for awhile. I loved the neighborhood, and all of my neighbors. I lived less than a block from Target and Jimmy John's, and was 10 minutes from just about anywhere I needed to go. Now, I live outside of the city. I live in a small town, in a more comfortable home, where Charley is surrounded by other kids. I'm closer to work, and spending more time at home. It's definitely a simpler life, and I like that.

Friends: The friends I had when I came back from Las Vegas will always be some of my closest friends. They will always be the girls that I could not talk to for several weeks or months, but there's a mutual understanding that if we ever need each other, we'll be there in a heartbeat. I've been lucky, too, in the last year. I've definitely expanded my social circle to more parents of young kids, which certainly makes Charley's playdates more fun! I've also spent a lot of time interacting with my co-workers, and many of them have become friends, too. It's nice to work with people that you genuinely enjoy being around!

Priorities: When I started this blog, my priorities were a little bit different. Charley has always come first, and that has been non-negotiable over the years. But outside of that, my frame of mind has really changed dramatically. My main focus outside of Charley and work, was finding a relationship. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but when you go into any type of dating, searching specifically for a relationship, it can lead to rushing, and settling, just for the sake of having someone to call your other half. Now, more than anything, I'm looking for balance. I've made that a resolution the last two years, and I'm still not doing a very good job. My life consists of Charley, work, a LITTLE bit of time for friends, and even less time for anything more than that. I'm trying to make it a priority to find better balance in all areas of my life. What that means, I'm not entirely sure. But it is important to me to lead a more balanced, fulfilling life, where all aspects feel settled and content. I'm not there quite yet, but I'm getting there! 

With all of that said, this whole blogging experience has been enlightening and amusing for me. I'll likely keep it up for awhile longer. At the very least, it serves as a reminder of where I've been in the last couple of years. Anyway, it's time for me to sign off for the night. Have a great weekend!

I Survived!

Well, I did it. I survived the first week of school. And in all honesty, it went pretty well. Sure, there were a few hiccups, and signs of problem behaviors, but overall, it was a reasonably successful week of school. Even though I’m overwhelmed by the number of evaluations I will have to do this year, and the number of meetings that are imminently in my future, I’m hopeful that things will settle in, in the next few weeks, and my life will slow down a little bit. I’m not counting on it, but a girl can dream, right? Anyway, I thought I’d write a little bit about what I’ve been up to. 

On Tuesday, I went to school, nervous and excited to see my kids. The kids were all learning classroom rules and expectations with their general education peers, so I just kind of bounced from room to room, trying to make sure that my students were on-track, and nobody was melting down. Most of the students were glad to see me, although a couple of them didn’t want to be singled out in the class, so with those kids, I just made eye contact and smiled from a distance.  In one sixth grade classroom, I snuck up behind a student of mine from last year. I’m not working with him this year, but when I peeked in the room, he was clearly lost. So, I crouched down beside his desk, tapped him on the shoulder, and he simultaneously jumped and turned his head. “Ms. Pierron! You scared me!” he whispered, excitedly. “It’s really good to see you,” he said, as he squeezed my shoulder. I left the room shortly after, and when I stopped by to check on him again, he was doing just fine. I was happy for him.

Wednesday was my birthday. 31. It’s crazy to me, because I’m not at all where I thought I would be in my life at 31. I take that back. In many ways, I’m exactly where I expected to be at  this age. I have a beautiful child, a great home, wonderful friends, and a job that I love. So, in all of those areas, I suppose I couldn’t really ask for any more. I guess I just never thought that I’d be 31 and a single mom, living paycheck to paycheck. But life is never what you expect, right? And that’s okay, I won’t be in this situation forever. I have a feeling it’s going to be a great year for me. Anyway, the day itself was wonderful. Certainly better than LAST year’s birthday! Last year, I spent the entire day running from one DMV to the next, trying to get my in-state driver’s license. This year, I went to school, and received a bag of goodies from one of my friends, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers from another. By the time I checked FB, I had lots of birthday messages, including a message from one of my favorite little gymnasts. Those little things definitely got my day started off on the right foot. Students were still spending most of their time in their regular classrooms, but a few kids came down for small groups. A couple of them clearly just needed a break, so one of my co-workers put “Just Dance” on the SmartBoard, and let them take a movement break. It was hilarious. I’ve never seen two 6th grade boys so serious about dancing. When “I Will Survive,” came on the screen, my co-worker and I joined in with the kids. I’m sure if anybody walked by, they probably thought were were crazy. But it was fun! And the kids were much easier to work with after their little dance break. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, and I went out to dinner that evening. After Charley went to sleep, one of my girlfriends who lives a couple of blocks away came over for a glass of wine and we chatted for awhile. It’s amazing how much we have in common, and we just met by chance at the pool a couple of months ago. It just goes to show, you can meet good people anywhere…Particularly in Minnesota!

The rest of the week was pretty typical. There were a couple of miscommunications, and a few student meltdowns, but nothing too bad. This morning, Charley woke up in a great mood, and ready to go at 6 a.m. By noon, I had already vacuumed and steam cleaned the floors, done two loads of laundry, run the dishwasher, and Charley and I had already been to the grocery store, and the park twice. My mom called, and asked if she and my sister could come up for a visit, so they stopped by for awhile, which was nice. Charley and I sat outside, waiting for them to come, and discovered a nice family of bees living on the front of our garage. I don’t know if it was the product in my hair, or if the bees could just sense that I’m severely allergic, but they were circling around me for a good fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to panic, and scare Charley, but truth be told, I was screaming on the inside! I kept walking around, trying to avoid them (which I’m sure looked ridiculous to anybody who might have seen me from a distance), but they just wouldn’t leave me alone. When we went to the pool later in the day, I seemed to have another bee-stalker. Bees and mosquitoes are the reason I don’t consider myself an outdoor person! I think they can sense my fear. Anyway, I managed to make it through the day without a sting or a bite, so I suppose that’s a success!

Alright, I suppose I should get myself ready for tomorrow. I’ve got a full day of private lessons at the gym, and it’s going to be a doozy. On an unrelated note, this is my 99th blog post! When I started blogging a year-and-a-half ago, I never really imagined I’d keep writing for so long. So with that said, any requests for 100th post blog topics? Let me know! Have a great weekend!

First Day Butterflies...

I know the new year technically begins in January, but for a teacher in Forest Lake, MN, the new year begins tomorrow. Every year brings something new. New challenges. New "lightbulb moments." New strategies. And I'm looking forward to seeing what this year has in store for me. As I look at my roster, I see certain names and laugh to myself about things I remember of them from last year. I wonder if they will have made gains over the summer, or if they have regressed. I see new names of students I've never met, and know next to nothing about. I find that I have nervous butterflies a little bit, but not in a bad way. More in an excited, enthusiastic, I can't wait to see my kids kind of way.

Now, before I ramble on about my excitement for the new school year, I should probably take a few

Great fortune for my next year!

minutes to talk about the events of the last few days. It's definitely been a unique Labor Day weekend. Normally, Labor Day weekend in my life consists of a trip to the State Fair, or a visit to our family friends' cabin. But this year was a little bit different. I took Charley to school on Friday, and went in to get some work done in my classroom. The more time I spend in that room by myself, the more I seem to be able to find ways to improve my various "systems." With that said...I should probably spend less time in my classroom. Ha! Anyway, I went in around 7:30, with intentions of leaving by 10 or 10:30. At 12:45, I finally left the building, and managed to get soaked in one of several downpours that took place on Friday. From there, I went to the grocery store to buy supplies for a little Labor Day/End of Summer BBQ I had planned. It's always challenging to buy groceries for a BBQ. It's never really clear how many people will come, or how much they will eat or drink, and I'm generally under the philosophy that I'd rather have a ton of food left over, than have people here who don't get to eat. With that said, I currently have a fridge full of leftover food that I'll be pawning off on my co-workers this week. Later, I picked up Charley, and we went to dinner with my mom and sister at one of my favorite restaurants. It was nice. While I was in Edina, I picked up my mom's dog, who Charley and I were dog-sitting over the weekend. He can be kind of aggressive with new people, but if he's familiar with you, he's a pretty nice, easy dog. Anyway, we brought him home,  got settled in, and went to bed pretty quickly, because Charley seemed to develop a fever while we were at my mom's house.

Pre-Party Charley

Saturday, I spent my morning preparing food. Charley was still a little bit feverish, but feeling fine, so of course she wanted to play. I wanted to make sure she didn't overexert herself, because I really didn't want her to be sick for the BBQ on Sunday, so we had a lazy day. I mean LAZY. Yes, I was baking, boiling, chopping, and taste-testing, but honestly, by the time noon rolled around, I was bored. At some point I need to find a happy medium between being totally over-scheduled and stressed out, and being so bored I spend my Saturday reading through IEPs. Sadly, yes, I was reading through IEPs on a Saturday. The lazy day paid off, because Charley was fever-free by noon, slept all night,  and woke up ready to have her friends come play. It's funny how BBQs go from just having friends over, to having your kids' friends over. I think it's great, though, and we were both excited.

I spent Sunday morning doing last minute cleaning, and getting things ready. Around 11:30, I decided I'd start the coals on the grill, but naturally it was windy, and the coals wouldn't light. I happened to be talking to one of my girlfriends on the phone at the time (safe, I know), and she suggested I put some paper towels in with the coals and light those. Now, I'm sure it went against all grilling-safety rules, but it worked. Phew! When friends started trickling in, I was manning the grill, which was probably not the best idea, primarily because it put me in charge of cooking, and I've only actually grilled about 3 times. Even worse, I don't eat red meat, so cooking burgers was kind of like a joke. I can make a tasty turkey burger, but when it comes to beef, I have no idea what I'm doing. Fortunately, my friend's fiancee offered to take over the grilling, so I could host. It was so nice! And I'm sure the food turned out significantly better than it would have, if I had been cooking! I had a great time with my friends, and Charley had a wonderful time with hers.

Among the people who came to the party are several co-workers from the school, and a few of my closest friends from high school. It was the first time my high school friends have been up to my new place, and I was kind of looking forward to showing them where I'm living. They all seemed to love the neighborhood, and could tell that I'm very happy living here. When they left (they had a long drive home), several of my co-workers hung around for awhile longer. We chatted about school, a little bit, and one of them asked me, "How did you end up in Forest Lake?" It was a legitimate question. I mean, I grew up in Edina, and I'm a product of the Edina Public Schools. I had a great school experience, and I wouldn't have changed anything about it. I basically replied that I have lived in cities and suburbs all of my life, and I kind of wanted to get out of the city. But the truth is, I am not sure exactly what lead me to Forest Lake. I mean, I applied in several districts, but from the beginning...even before I'd gone for my interview... I felt like Forest Lake was where I should be. I'm not quite sure what drew me to it, but as soon as I got the phone call offering me the job, it just kind of seemed like fate. Like my life was moving in the right direction. As Charley and I were driving to meet with a friend this morning, a song came on the radio that seemed very fitting. The song is called Compass, and the chorus is as follows:

Let your heart, sweet heart,
Be your compass when your lost,
And you should follow it wherever it may go.
When it's all said and done,
You can walk instead of run,
Because no matter what, you'll never be alone.

Now, I'm sure the song is really intended to apply to relationships, but in my case, it just applies to my life. I followed my "compass" and trusted my instinct. And I was right. So, I suppose, that's how I ended up in Forest Lake, and I'm so glad I did.

Alright, this post is way longer than I'd intended it to be. I'll likely post later in the week...I'm getting close to my 100th blog post! Maybe I'll hit that milestone in the next couple of weeks. Wish me luck, and have a great week!

A Chicken with Her Head Cut Off

The last two weeks have been a complete whirlwind. The last time I had to go to school for a week prior to my students' arrival was several years ago, when I was teaching in Las Vegas. At that point in time, I was teaching in a year-round school, so I really only had a couple of weeks off, and I was returning to the same classroom. So all I really had to do was put my new students' names on desks and supplies, and I was pretty much ready to go. This year has been very different! I've moved to a new classroom, and although I'm in the same type of position, my caseload has changed dramatically. That just means that I get to know a bunch of new kids, so I am looking forward to that. But I'm pretty sure I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Seriously.

Monday, the whole staff got together at the school for some training. We had a new teacher join the resource room team on Monday, which was very exciting. It's a huge relief, too, because my co-worker and I just about had heart attacks last week when we looked at how many students we would be working with! Anyway, Monday kicked off a week full of training, setting up my classroom, meeting with co-workers, writing (and re-writing...and re-writing again) schedules, planning for students, open house, and lots of paperwork. I've been so busy, that when I woke up this morning, I honestly couldn't remember what day of the week it was. With that said, it's really been a great week, and I've been to some interesting seminars.

One training stood out from the rest. During training week, teachers generally learn all kinds of things about school performance in previous years, how to motivate students, behavior strategies, and all of the other important teacher-information necessary to get organized for the year and plan for students. Yesterday, though, my co-workers and I went to a totally different type of training. A psychologist for the FBI gave a presentation about active shooters, and what to look for in students that might be at risk of becoming active shooters. The presentation started with a video that was incredibly disturbing. When the video started, I think everyone watching assumed it was live footage from the Columbine High School shootings. It was really upsetting. I literally got sick to my stomach,  watching these kids terrorize a school. It wasn't until after the video was shown, that the presenter informed us that it wasn't live footage...it was a video based on Columbine, and it can be viewed online by anybody, at any time. What does that mean to me? Kids can watch it. Over and over again, if they want to. That's frightening. I found myself asking two questions:
1. What kind of person would make this video?
2. What can be done to stop kids from viewing this type of material.

Unfortunately, we as teachers cannot prevent children from viewing inappropriate, or violent content. That's their parents' job. In any case, it was an eye-opening training, and its content was so unfamiliar to me, that it probably made a greater impact than most trainings I've gone to in my career.

It's been busy...But we made it to the State
Fair!

Anyway, with the week being as crazy as it has, I haven't gotten to spend as much time with Charley as I'd like. I've been working 10-12 hour days, so by the time I get home, all I can bring myself to do is make dinner and flop on the couch. I'm so glad I have Charley to keep me entertained. People ask me about her all the time. "How's Charley?" they ask. "She's a piece of work," is my usual response. She really is. She's such a unique kid. The other day, her teacher, Cindy, came up to me and said, "Charley told me yesterday that we could be friends because our names start with the same letter." Who says that? I mean, what 3 year old says that? She's pretty awesome.

On another Charley-related note, she's become quite the little entertainer. I took these two videos within the last week. Like I said...she's a piece of work.

Alright, it's time for me to get to bed. I've got a big week ahead! With all of my last minute work tomorrow, students starting on Tuesday, and my birthday on Wednesday (31...I can't believe I'm going to be 31)...it's going to be a little crazy! I'm thinking life will return to (somewhat) normal in a week or two. Have a great Labor Day weekend!

New School Excitement, and Unexpected Realizations

I'm going to be honest. I've gotten a little bit spoiled this summer. I mean, don't get me wrong, Charley has had me up by 6:30 every morning, but we didn't have to BE anywhere until much later. That, of course, meant that we have become accustomed to lazy, slow moving mornings. Well, not anymore! I'm back at work, she's back at school, and life has returned to its normal wild and crazy state. And I like it!

Charley has been doing very well at her new school. I was a little bit nervous, because she's been out of school all summer, but it's only been a couple of days and she seems to be adjusting just fine. That's a huge relief for me! I started back at the school yesterday for new teacher training (I was hired late, so I missed the workshop last year), and I wasn't quite sure what to expect. It was actually a great training. All of the new teachers had a chance to really get to know one another. There are four new teachers (other than me) and they're all great. We did some unique getting-to-know you tasks, such as speaking to a partner, uninterrupted, for 3 minutes. It was actually hard! I talk a lot, but I'm used to having someone else participating in the conversation. I'm not a big fan of monologues! Anyway, it was fun, and definitely built camaraderie amongst the group. I was pretty worn out by the end of the day, and was happy to get into bed fairly early last night!

This morning, I was a little bit groggy, getting out of bed. Once I got up and moving, though, I found I was able to take my time getting ready, which was kind of nice. I left my house at 7:20, dropped Charley off at school, and was still at school by 7:40. That's a VERY different commute than the one I made last year! I think I'm going to like living closer to work... Anyway, we had a morning full of meetings, and then a luncheon sponsored by local businesses. We walked around, spoke to the local business owners, and got to know some members of the community. One of the businesses present was a local gymnastics facility. Of course, I couldn't just keep my mouth shut and move along like everybody else. I had to mention that I coach gymnastics! Which, in turn, lead to quite a discussion...

The gymnastics world is small. Very small. Everybody who has worked in the competitive gymnastics industry seems to know each other, or at the very least, two coaches will usually find that they share a mutual connection. Well, in speaking with this man, I learned that he knew many of the coaches that I'd trained with, and I'd likely trained with HIM at a gymnastics camp during the summer. When he asked where I'd competed, I explained that I'd been at a couple of gyms, because I followed a particular coach, Fred. Not surprisingly, this man knew Fred, and had coached with him many years ago. "Fred passed away a few years ago," he said. I tried to handle that statement casually, because I'd suspected that Fred wasn't alive anymore, but I found that as the day went on, it really got to me. Now, Fred was not the kind of coach that everybody loved. He was a tall, skinny, African-American man, who was loud, opinionated, and strict. But I adored him. As a child, I spent more time in the gym, with him, than I did at home. He became like an uncle to me, as well as the other girls on my team. Anyway, Fred was my coach for 12 years, and I attribute so many of the positive qualities I developed early on, to him. He taught me discipline, persistence, and he showed me that you don't have to be the most talented gymnast to be the most successful...You just have to work your butt off EVERY time you're in the gym. I was a good gymnast, but never the best competitor. I tended to crack under pressure. But Fred still kept me around, because he saw the potential in me, and I appreciate him for that. He'd just laugh when I fell off the beam 5 times as a 7 year old, and say, "It's okay, she'll do well on floor." He was right. I was always good on floor, mostly because I was well-trained. The news that he is no longer alive was not a huge surprise to me. I'd kind of suspected it. I mean, given the small size of the industry, and that fact that I've coached for over a decade, I should've come across him at some point. I always hoped that I would run into him at a meet, and be able to say, "I choreographed that floor routine!" and show him what I'd learned from him. I hoped I'd have a chance to thank him for impacting my life, the way he did. Unfortunately, I won't have that opportunity, but I'm confident he knew how greatly he impacted his gymnasts' lives.

Phew, so that was kind of heavy, but I felt the need to pay tribute a little bit. After the luncheon, I got to go back to the school and get some work done. I got to the school at 1:15. I had a lot of moving to do, because my classroom got switched, so I'm pretty sure I went back and forth between rooms at least 50 times. "Oh well, I don't need to go to the gym today," I thought to myself. By the time I felt like I'd done all I could do in a day, I glanced up at the clock and it was nearly 5:00! I decided I was done for the day, and went to pick up Charley. Again, Charley had a great day, and she was asked to be the Star Student of the Month for September in her new classroom! She had to answer several questions, including, the ever-exciting, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" What was Charley's answer? "A rhinoceros." I turned the TV off (she'd been watching a show about animals) and asked the question again. "A cookie-maker," she stated. A cookie-maker is better than a rhinoceros, so I went with it. Now, we're relaxing, and based on how exhausted I am at the moment, I'm thinking we'll be in bed by 9. Have a great week!

Back to School, Back to Work!

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am SO excited to go back to work this week. I won't lie...I'll miss the days of sleeping in (who am I kidding, I never sleep in...) and lounging by the pool while Charley plays with her friends. But I am excited to get back into a routine! Charley needs the routine, too. I'm at my best when I'm busy, so I'm looking forward to getting moving again. And if I'm totally honest...this was one hell of a summer! It definitely had its highs and lows, and while I would say the positives absolutely outweighed the negatives, I'm kind of glad that it's over and my life can return to normal.

Charley starts school on Monday. I absolutely loved the preschool she was at toward the end of the year last year, but honestly, it was the Mercedes-Benz of daycares, and wasn't really in my budget. So, I found her a great little preschool close to our house. It's literally 2 miles away, the teachers are great, it's more affordable, and...here's the exciting part...I can go to the GYM before picking her up every day! I know that probably seems like a silly thing to be worked up about, but I really am. I like going to the gym, but haven't really been able to do it with a clear conscience for the last few months. I guess I just couldn't justify sending Charley to school all day, and then taking her to a different childcare at the gym. Now, the problem seems to be solved, and I'm so excited!

With school starting soon, I asked my mom to take Charley tonight, so I find myself with a night off. My dad took Oscar for the night, so I'm really only responsible for ME! And what did I do with my free time? Well, I did actually have some fun. I went shopping with a friend of mine, and although I intended to get clothes for school, I ended up with a couple of cute dresses and absolutely nothing that I'd intended on purchasing. Whoops! When I got home, though, I got to work cleaning. I steam-cleaned the carpets, which I seem to be doing compulsively lately (mostly because Oscar keeps feeling the need to mark his territory). It's actually gotten to be so bad, that when Charley and I were at the open house at her new school, she picked up the toy vacuum and announced, "I'm steam cleaning the carpets." I'm so glad she let her new teachers in on my obsessive carpet cleaning. That's definitely the first impression I wanted to leave. Ha! Anyway, it's my night off, and I'm cleaning the house. I'm not going to lie, the peace and quiet is kind of nice!

This post is kind of scattered. Sorry about that...I just have a bunch of little blurbs I wanted to include, and they seem to be coming to me in no particular order. Yesterday,  I texted one of my closest friends, while I was at the park. She's a full-time single mom, too, so we have a lot in common. We've spent many hours talking about how our lives are different from most parents...even single parents...because we have our kids full-time. Which means our lives are totally kid-centered. It's interesting... I really don't know many full-time single moms. I actually know more full-time single dads, which is kind of odd. Anyway, I mentioned how I was at the park with Charley, and all of the other adults there were men. Dads, playing with their kids. Totally engaged, following their kids around, playing ball, sliding down the slides, pushing their kids on the swings. They were good dads. They weren't putting on a show. They were simply having fun with their kids. They were playing with my kid, too! Charley's a total social butterfly, and is generally drawn to men about my age. To me, it was beautiful. When I told her about it, she agreed. It was beautiful.

The same friend texted me today,  and told me about an ex-boyfriend of hers, who keeps texting her about the bonding he's doing with his kids. It seems that every time he's with his kids, he feels the need to let her know about it. Naturally, it annoys her. It's one of the reasons things didn't work out between them. Although he always said that family came first to him, his actions spoke differently, and when he WAS spending time with his kids, he always seemed to need a pat on the back. My response via text was something along the lines of, "If a man constantly feels the need to tell you what a great dad he is, he's probably not that great." All of this talk brought me back to the days when I first re-entered the dating world. I was talking to a guy, and he made mention of how he was going to lunch at his daughter's school the next day. "That's so great!" I responded. "Why?" he asked. "Well...it's just a really nice thing for you to do," I replied. His response to me was perfect. "I'm her dad," he said. That was it. Simple, and to the point. He was doing what a dad who had the day off SHOULD do, and didn't expect any recognition for it. That statement showed me quite a lot about him, and his values. Fast forward about a year, and I was dating a different guy for a short time. We had a conversation that started out almost exactly the same way. "I'm bringing lunch to my daughter's school tomorrow," he said. "That's really great," I said. This is where it went south...Over the next three days, I received at least 6 messages about how he'd gone to lunch with his daughter. It was like he found something he knew I liked, and had to keep reminding me what a great dad he was. The thing is, the more he did that, the more I began to question his motivation. Was he going to lunch to spend time with his daughter? Or to be able to tell the world that he brought his daughter lunch? Now, I'm hoping that he really was going for his daughter's benefit, but the fact that he had to keep reiterating what a great dad he was...well... that was really irritating. I'm a big believer in the idea that actions speak louder than words. Show me you're a good parent, don't tell me about it. Show me you're a good person. The dads I saw at the park? They were SHOWING that they were good parents, making the most of their time with their children. Again, beautiful.

So, there really was no specific theme to this post. The product of a long summer, I suppose. On that note, have a great week!

It's AUGUST Already?!

It's been so long since I've blogged, I don't even know where to start! Well, first of all, I guess I could start with the fact that it's AUGUST! Where did the summer go? I'll be 31, and teaching for my second year in Forest Lake...in LESS THAN A MONTH! Seriously...Time needs to slow down. Anyway, I've had a lot going on lately, so I'll try to be concise. No promises of that, however. Ha!

I suppose I should start off this blog with a little update about my car situation. As I posted on FB a couple of weeks ago, the driver who hit my car did not have insurance. Fortunately for me, her son, who owned the car, did. Phew. It was a huge relief. However, a few days after getting the news that he had insurance, I also learned that my car was totaled. That simply meant, that I was left with no money (all of the money from the insurance company went to pay off the lease), and no car. Awesome. So the next day, I decided to go into work, to earn a little bit of extra cash. They say bad luck comes in threes, right? I figured mine had been taken care of with the whole car incident. Ha! No such luck. As I was getting the car loaded up to head to work, I turned around, and saw Oscar standing in the driveway. "Where did he come from?!" I thought to myself. It turns out Charley had opened the front door, while I was loading up the car. Nice. Oscar was just standing there, and I called to him, but of course he didn't come to me on command. So, I walked toward him, and he decided to take off running. I also took off running. And after about 3 steps, I tripped over my flip flop and totally wiped out on my driveway. It's almost unfortunate my neighbors weren't out, because I certainly would've given them a laugh to start off the day. It was pretty comical to watch, I'm sure...unfortunately, however, in my tripping incident, I also managed to take a large chunk of skin off of my toe. So there I was, bleeding everywhere, limp-running in my flip-flops (damn flip-flops), chasing after my geriatric dog who'd successfully outrun me. It's a good thing he stopped to pee, because it gave me a chance to grab his collar. "I'm going to kill you," I mumbled under my breath. Of course, Charley heard that empty threat, and wailed, "Don't kill my BROTHER!!!" Which lead to an explanation on my part that I was not actually going to kill Oscar, I was just mad at him. When Charley retold the story at the gym, she made sure to say, "My brother ran away this morning!" Of course that got everybody's ears perked up until I explained that Oscar was, in fact, my dog, NOT Charley's brother. Ha! So, I think I finally had my 3rd bad thing, and I'm due for some good karma right about how.

When I learned that my car was totaled,  I filled my calendar with private lessons, in an attempt to come up with a down payment, and set off in search of my new car. Car shopping with a toddler is an experience. Not a good one. But an experience, for sure! Charley was pretty well-behaved (until our last stop at the Mazda dealership...she was NOT amused to be there). The most difficult and frustrating part of the day was trying to test drive cars. I was moving her carseat from one car to the next, at 4 different dealerships. Needless to say, it was a long day. After coming to the conclusion that the most affordable car for me would be a new Mazda 3, and resigning myself to the fact that I wouldn't be able to get a small SUV, I got a text from my mom. It said, "How about this. I'll go get a new car, and you can buy my car." Ummm....okay! It basically meant that I wouldn't be responsible for a down payment, and honestly...it made my life a lot easier. So after a very long day, things turned out for the best, and the car situation was remedied fairly quickly.

Once my car dilemma was taken care of, I was able to focus a little bit more on work. My original plan for the summer was to work two days at the gym, and spend the rest of my time getting acclimated to my new community. Well...things haven't exactly worked that way. Last week, for example, I was in St. Louis Park five out of seven days. When I got home from work last night, I was just exhausted. The thing is, I absolutely adore my coaching job, and I'm happy to do it, in spite of the long drive. Anyway, this week I'm determined to stick to two days in St. Louis Park.

In terms of getting acclimated to my new home, I think I've been doing a pretty good job. Charley and I have made some friends in our neighborhood, and started to explore surrounding communities, in search of things to do. We found a free nature center a few miles away, which is great. Charley loves it, it's outdoors, so she gets a little bit of nature exposure, and it's a nice place to go to socialize with other parents of young kids. It's great. We've been spending time at the pool and park, which is really convenient. In fact, we had friends up to the pool on Friday and Saturday! There's nothing better than having friends with children Charley's age, who can join us at the pool. The parents can sit in chairs, get some sun, and chat, while the kids entertain each other for hours. I really don't know how that scenario could get any better! Another perk to all of the outdoor time, is that Charley generally sleeps like a rock at night.

Speaking of sleep, it seems that Charley has become a really solid sleeper. There was a time when I first moved back to MN, when I could count on her waking up multiple times in the night, and generally sleeping in my bed before morning rolled around. Now that we're in our new house and settled in, that really hasn't been an issue. Except, of course, when I WANT her to be asleep. Last Saturday was a long day. We were busy from beginning to end (surprise, surprise), and when she went to bed at 7, I was certain I'd have a whole night to just relax on the couch, without the company of my toddler. Ha! Who was I kidding? Around 10:00, she woke up from a bad dream, and it took her forever to get back to sleep. It's like she knew I wanted her to be asleep...and she was refusing to sleep just to spite me! Typical. She's such a piece of work...good thing she's cute!

Speaking of this week, my Aunt Naomi is coming in town tomorrow. She is just the most wonderful person. She's coming in town simply to give me a break. She knows that I work hard, and I've always got Charley around, so she just wanted to take care of some of the Charley load for a few days. It's so appreciated, and Charley is really looking forward to her visit. It gives me a free couple of evenings, too! Anybody up for dinner or drinks Wednesday or Friday? Let me know!

On that note, I should get back to my day. I'm trying to take advantage of the last few weeks of summer. Have a great week!

What Are Appropriate Consequences?

So, I got into a car accident today. I want to preface this by saying that I'm fine, Charley wasn't with me when the accident happened, so there's no need for concern. I really contemplated whether or not I wanted to blog about this, because I really don't want to come off as complaining. But I decided to write about it, because this particular accident brings up some issues that I never really thought I would have to deal with, in terms of the laws and insurance related issues that come along with driving. Buckle up for this one!

Let me set the stage a little bit. I was stopped in the left turn lane at a stoplight, when a vehicle slammed into the back right side of my car at around 35 mph, and continued driving until she had effectively taken out my back wheel, the passenger side of my car, and my mirror. She slowed down. Stopped. And then drove off. Fortunately for me, there were dozens of other cars in the intersection, and I noticed some following her. She must have recognized this, because she finally stopped, turned around, and came back to the scene. As I made my first 911 call EVER, I was surprised to hear from the dispatcher that the incident had already been called in. That means one of the witnesses must've called, too, and I am very grateful for that. Minnesota drivers looking out for each other... I like that.

Anyway, the woman did turn around, get out of her car, and apologize. I didn't have anything nice to say, so I decided it was better for me not to say anything. That is, until the cops showed up. Did I yell and scream about being side swiped while I was STOPPED? Ha! No. That's not me. I'm not a yeller and a screamer. Instead, I burst into tears. Not because I was hurt. Just because I was shaken up, and he was so nice to me. I probably sounded like a blubbering idiot, but I had absolutely no control over it. I am ALWAYS in control of my emotions, and I really didn't enjoy crying uncontrollably. However, once I'd given him all of my information, I had time to calm down, text my family and friends, and let them know what had happened.

This is where it gets complicated. I saw the officer going back and forth between the other driver's vehicle, and his car. Several other officers showed up. Crap, I thought. I bet she's not insured. Well, according to the woman, the car belonged to her son, and he had the insurance information. I heard one of the officers asking her about the car's registration. It seems that the car she was driving had expired tabs from a different state, and it was, in fact registered to her son. The officer gathered the rest of her contact information, let her go (her car was drivable), and sat with me to wait for the tow truck to show up. "You, know," he said, "To be honest with you, I think the idea that she has insurance is pretty slim." Of course that had crossed my mind. Why else would her initial reaction have been to drive off? Ugh. Then the officer said, "People say things happen for a reason. But I can't really see a reason for this, on your part. I mean...It's a beautiful day, the road isn't slippery, there's no traffic... There's really absolutely no reason this should've happened, except that another person totally wasn't paying attention!" I appreciated him trying to make me feel better. "Maybe she needed a wake-up call of some sort, and I just happened to be the victim of that wake-up call," I replied.

As the day went on, I ran into a couple of other issues. The All Star Baseball games have been going on all week, and there are NO rental cars available in the Twin Cities or surrounding areas. Literally...none. So, I'm stranded at home until sometime tomorrow when I get a call from Enterprise saying they have a car available, and I can sucker someone into coming to pick Charley and me up so we can go get the car. Ha! I guess that means if you want to see me, you'll have to come visit! The other problem was that I got pretty sore, and decided to go to urgent care to get checked out. They admitted me into the ER, ran a whole plethora of tests, had an IV (the nurse told me the doctor ordered it, because I looked like I needed it....was that his way of telling the nurse I looked like crap?) found some internal bruising, but as I suspected... I'm totally fine. A little sore. But fine. Thank goodness for that. The ER visit was more of an annoyance than anything else, but I'm glad I went.

Ok, so the situation is complicated. But now, I find myself wondering...What if she really isn't insured? What does that mean for me? Well, that really depends on the damage to my vehicle. It was fairly substantial, but I don't really know anything about car parts and labor costs, so I don't know if it's totaled or just damaged. If it IS totaled, then I could be in quite a predicament. First of all, the claim would go against me, because my insurance would have to pay for it, and my rate could increase. Second of all, I drive a leased car. This means that the insurance company would pay the leasing agency, and (God forbid) if the value of the car is less than what is owed on it, I could end up financially responsible for the remainder of the lease. This basically means, I would have no money coming from the insurance company for a replacement. And no car. What would I do? It's the kind of situation that had never crossed my mind before today. It seems totally unfair. I mean...I was stopped. I didn't do anything wrong. Somebody else did. Doesn't that seem like a flaw in the system? I don't know, it just doesn't seem right.

Meanwhile, what would the consequences be for the other driver? Well, if she doesn't have insurance, she could lose her license. I could sue her for the money to pay for the deductible. But if she has no money, that won't do any good. Plus, I just can't picture myself taking part in a lawsuit. It's very unlike me. So what is the next step for her? Will there be other repercussions? Or does the fact that she's uninsured get her into trouble with the law, but get her off the hook financially? I'm not sure I understand that. If anybody knows, please, enlighten me!

Now, in the BEST case scenario (and what I'm hoping for), the woman comes forward with her insurance, and her insurance company takes care of everything. My car turns out to be damaged, but not beyond repair, and I get it back in a couple of weeks. This is what I'm hoping for.

At the end of the day, I'm grateful for one thing. I am so thankful that Charley was not in the car. I had to go the ER to get checked out, and if she had experienced that impact, she could've been seriously hurt. Someone was looking down on me, in that aspect.

This week can only improve from here, and I know it will. Goodnight!

Dear Charley...

This week, I've been overwhelmed by the number of things Charley says and does on a daily basis that are hilarious. Generally, she's not trying to be funny…but seeing as she is 3 years old, she doesn't understand the irony of her actions, and the things that she says. So, today, I thought I'd write a series of little letters to Charley. Enjoy!

Dear Charley,

I know you like Saved by the Bell. But the fact that you scratched a disk and it won't play is not an emergency. When you scream, "Mom! It's an emergency!" down the stairs from now on, I will not believe that it is, in fact, an emergency.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

I appreciate that you've been sleeping in your room every night. I also appreciate that you are willing to watch TV in the morning, so I can sleep a little bit longer. However, if you recall, I taught you how to use the DVD player. I did that for a reason. So that you could put in a DVD, by yourself, and allow me to sleep an extra 20-30 minutes. Shaking me awake, and asking me to put in a DVD is not the same thing. Let's keep working on this one.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

I think it is very polite that you have picked up the term, "Yes, ma'am." However, it is not a term I need to use with you in every conversation. For example, if you ask me for a popsicle, "Sure," is an acceptable answer. You do not need to correct me and say, "No, Mommy, you should say, yes ma'am."

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

When we are at the store, I understand that you get frustrated with me. I tell you, "No," quite frequently. Although you asked me nicely the other day to, "Please stop saying 'no,' Mommy," my answer will not change. In fact, I would say the word 'no' a lot less frequently, if you didn't find it necessary to pick every 4th item off the shelf and ask if you can have it.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

When you see a creepy looking guy walking down the sidewalk, please wait until he's out of earshot before saying, "Mom, that guy is a creeper!"

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

When I tell you I am not going to argue with you, it does not mean you have won the argument. In fact, it means exactly the opposite. I have won the argument, and we are going to do what I have told you we are going to do. On a similar note, you are not allowed to tell me, "I'm not going to argue with you!" It doesn't work that way. I'm the mom.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

Just because Nana calls people 'dumbheads' when she is driving, does not mean you can use that term. I am not a dumbhead. You may only use that term in Nana's car.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

I love you. I do not love Barbie's Dream House. Please find a new show to watch, because I think Barbie and Ken are making me lose my mind. Literally.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

When you spill something on the floor, break a picture frame, or have an accident, you are not the one who should be saying, "It's okay. Accidents happen." That is my job. And sometimes, I might not be very happy about what happened, especially if I asked you NOT to do it in the first place. However, accidents DO happen. And I still love you.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

I don't speak whine. I say that to my students, and I say it to you almost daily. That means you need to stop whining. Whining louder and shouting at me, "I'm CRYING!" while no tears fall from your eyes has no impact on me. You are stubborn, but I've been practicing the stubborn thing for years. I will wait you out. I don't know if you noticed, but when I ignore your whining, you DO eventually stop, and turn back into my adorable, hilarious, sassy little girl. I will keep practicing this method until you graduate high school.

Love,
Mom

Dear Charley,

Thank you for being concerned about doing the dishes. You are a little bit too young to do this chore. However, I will continue to let you 'help' me with the dishes, despite the fact that it takes 4 times as long when I have your assistance, in hopes that I won't have to fight you to do the dishes when you're 10. I'm not banking on that, but a mom can dream, right?

Love,
Mom