As we were ready to walk out the door this morning, I was informed by my oldest “There’s a two hour delay.” Shoot. I have so much to do and really wanted my kids gone (confession). So I started laundry, wrote client notes, followed up on emails, while fixing the tie of my 6’2” basketball boy who has to dress up for school on game days. You’d think I had a toddler again getting this giant dressed in something other than basketball shorts and tourney t-shirts. Three hours later, I am still sitting in the whatever I slept in and have to remind myself “I must shower” because I have to teach local history to 3rd graders in one hour and counting.
I would rather not shower. I hate to shower. (Confession). Why don’t they make Dryell bags for women? Just zip it up, roll around a little, and “poof” we are clean!
It’s been a whirwind week, like usual, of class all day and then counseling all day, then schoolwork all day, then whatever else is left.
But for now, I get to play dress up in colonial clothes and play with third graders, then home to feed those goats.
Confession – I really do prefer the long skirts and vests of the 1700’s. They hide your butt, thighs, and just about everything else. None of this skinny jean stuff.
Another confession: Got pulled over Wed. night in front of my own house at midnight. I had been at school the whole day, two hours on the road, and had avoided about 3 deer. I was in a “hurry” to get home (confession). The officer felt sorry for me. He took one MPH off my time on the official ticket. Saved me $2.00.
I guess I need to learn to cry rather than be honest when being pulled over. “Are you aware you were speeding?” Yes. “I have been up since 5:00 a.m. and have been in Warsaw all day, have avoided three deer and a snowstorm. I’m tired and want to get home.”
I could see my bedroom window from the car, along with the policeman’s lights in the review mirror.
I wonder if colonial women got pulled over in front of their houses. Bet not.
But, then, I am also probably the only one in our county ever pulled over while driving a pony cart. But that’s another confession..
Right I am now 50 minutes away from being Betsy or Martha. My Dryell bag is waiting.
I actually got pulled over in my own driveway by a WHS schoolmate's dad. He started following me on Main St., blocks from my house, and by the time he turned on his lights, I was pulling in. No tears…no ticket (that time). Showers are a love/hate thing. Love to be IN the shower, hate to get out and commence grooming.
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How can you hate showers? I am firm in my belief that no matter how bad I feel, I'll feel better once I shower. If only for a moment. :)He gave you a ticket after that truth-sharing!!?? I'm a bit disappointed in the law enforcement of our home town. Did you point and say "there's my house!" Loved the confessions!