6:15a – Wake up and instantly know I’m sick. Sore throat. Itchy eyes. Not good. We had no cold meds.
8:00a – Start class and prep them on what they will do with the sub. My class rocks – this went very smoothly. I told them I wasn’t feeling well, and was going to need their cooperation so that I didn’t have to yell to be heard much through the day. They were very sweet and nodded in agreement.
8:15a – My sweet husband brings me Dayquil. Which. Jacks. Me. Up. I warned the class that Dayquil has a funny affect on me…and if I said or did anything crazy that it was probably the meds.
9:15 – Kyle and I go to my car and I accidentally roll down the back glass. It will not roll back up. Sweet.
9:20a – We are off and running at the park. I have $300 cash from Regents to pay for canoes. Uh-oh. Can’t find my folder. Frantically look everywhere I have been in the whole 10 minutes we have been at the park, only to find one of my parents holding said folder, because I handed it to him to use as a hard surface to write on.
9:45a – Arrive at canoe station. The hippy sitting at the table asks for a picture ID. No problem. Except there is a problem. My driver’s license is NOT in my wallet. Stay calm. He accepts my Regents ID and we are off again.
10:00a – Man overboard! One of my canoes nearly tips, so in an effort to keep the kids dry, one of my awesome dads JUMPS in freezing Barton Creek. Luckily enough he was near the bank and it was shallow enough for him to stand. How in the world he got back in the canoe I have no idea…because when I say “bank” I mean a side of the creek that goes straight up.
10:35a-1pm – Out of the canoes and heading to Lou Neff Point. All goes well through our stop out there and we make it back to the pavilion for lunch. At this point my kids take a play break on the playscape only to come back to me traumatized by the horrific things written and drawn on the inside of one of the slides. *Note to parents: check the slides at Zilker before you send your kids down them. We live in a fallen world, and it is sad that our young ones have to be exposed to such garbage.
1:30p – I leave my group in the capable hands of my chaperones to hide their treasure. The treasure is letters written by parents to their children. This is one of my favorite parts of fifth grade and a really sweet time. So of course. I get to my car and the letters are not there. I have the box with no letters.
...... to be continued
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