That is what I do in a nutshell. I also look for jobs. I have applied for my substitute license to teach, but that will take approximately three more weeks. My hope is that I get the OTHER job that I want, which would be 20 hours a week and it's work-from-home and then I could also substitute teach. More updates later on how all of this pans out. If I like substitute teaching, I am going to go back to school to be a teacher. Now that Declan is in school, it would be nice to have a job that allows me to be off when he is off. Again though, we'll see how the substituting goes.
Declan has been doing well in school. They have been talking for two weeks about apples. Marty and I were like, how much is there to know about apples. We are thinking that his teacher may be an apple lobbyist. I think we are learning more than Declan about how things operate in schools. Luckily, the teacher sends home a newsletter each week to give us all "friendly reminders" of what we should be doing as parents. A couple of things that we have found interesting though were that there is a family night at his school which is kind of being presented as a parent/teacher conference, but then there is a disclaimer that states that there will be no discussion about how children are doing. The other thing that I found interesting about Family Night is that there are no siblings allowed. What are moms and dads supposed to do? Hire babysitters? My guess is that people won't go because of this.
I do have a funny story. Last week I was waiting for Declan to get off of the bus. I had the garage door open and was trying to organize the garage. All of a sudden I heard the side door open. Declan walked through and I said, where did you come from? Everyday they drop him off at the front of our house. I wait for him on the porch or I am doing something in the garage with the door open. Soooooo...he was visually upset. They had dropped him off in the back yard, on the Breezy Point Road side because there was a different bus driver. I said to him that it was okay and gave him a hug. HERE IS WHERE THE FUNNY PART COMES IN. He told me, "I tried to tell them I live on Lintner Road with the Barack Obama sign". I laughed so hard. He didn't understand why I thought it was funny. Maybe the driver is a Republican--Family First--dropping my future democrat off in the back!
On Wednesday we received a card from our vet that was so caring and inside she enclosed the following poem. I don't know who wrote it, but I wanted to add it. Our vet is awesome. She doesn't know a great deal about us, but as we stood there on Bonie's last day, I explained to her that I felt that Bonie had saved my life. She walked with me everyday for two years after I had my surgery. The vet said that she didn't know that (probably because one of us has put on some of our weight).
Her Long Sleep
She wagged her tail to the very last
And she smiles in her last long sleep;
The troubles of her life, for her are past!
A shrine in my heart I’ll keep.
Her soul - for I feel that she had a soul
And she thought real thoughts, I know.
Has found at the ultimate end, life’s goal,
In the Heaven where good dogs go.
She has lived with me and suffered with me
Shed tears in her dog-like way.;
She has placed her paw at times on my knee
In a vain attempt to say;
“God never gave us that wondrous power,
To tell all the things we feel,
But I want to say, in my canine way,
That my sympathy is real.”
So I loved my dog to the very end,
And she in our daily walk,
Was never just a dog, but a friend
And we had no need to talk.
And I hope, when the summons comes for me
To embark on the unknown tide,
I shall find her eyes in the paradise
They say is on the other side.
