Early Education teachers are a special breed. I'm much better with older kids -- the older, the better. Even Middle Schoolers are a strange, mysterious entity to me... *LOL*
I've just gotten word on my grandfather. He just came out of the Heart Cath lab. They sent a balloon into his heart and cleared two minor blockages. He didn't need further stints. At the moment, he is very groggy and being let sleep. He should be home by 1 p.m. tomorrow.
I'm holding up okay, I suppose.
Last evening, my friend, April, drove nearly an hour to come help me with my grandmother. We actually had a mini-party and invited my mother. Oven pizza and mini eggrolls, chips and salsa, strawberry daiquiris. (Obviously my six-year-old and my grandmother did not partake of the drinks. *G*) Mom got mellow and started giggling. April got flushed and silly. It was a blast.
So why, when I never got a buzz, am I hung over this morning? ~cries~
And despite the good food, the fun, the manicure and the hair-do, my grandmother still refused to go to bed until 3 a.m. She didn't believe it was as late as it was, and she refused to get in her pajamas. April eventually just dragged her to the bedroom, fully clothed, sat her down, yanked off her shoes, tipped her over, tucked her in, and said, "Good niiiiiight, Mom-Mom!" *LOL*
Six short hours later, and me with a crick in my neck from the recliner in which I slept, April has gone home, Mom-Mom is toddling around, kiddo is bored to tears, and my head is KILLING me... But I'm alive! I will make it!
Especially since I have April's borrowed laptop... I can sit at the kitchen table and see the whole house from here... I can keep an eye on EVERYTHING this way.
I need coffee... ~heads upstairs to drag the coffee machine down~
