Money may not be able to buy happiness, but it certainly bestows many privileges. Unfortunately the government money gravy train is about to run out and we’ll be back to living among the unwashed masses as of June 13th, the last day of school. No more parking pass, no longer part of the TAISM family, no more uniforms (the greatest thing ever for easy mornings), no more special concerts or catered teas for volunteers. Now I’ll have to go to Starbucks or Costa for all of my cappuccinos instead of popping into the cafeteria . . . :sigh:
I’ve been busy this week volunteering in Caleb’s classroom. His teacher is expecting her first child in July so she has to leave school two weeks early to fly home to the United States where she will be giving birth (while she can still fly). I feel a special kind of sisterhood with her as I’ve been in her shoes — packing for a move in the last stages of pregnancy and the subsequent rush of paperwork as you hope for birth certificates and passports to be expedited so you can get them in time to head overseas. All I did was organize some cupboards, take down some things from the walls, and photocopy some assignments for the kids, but she seemed to appreciate it. I’m happy for her family, but I’m going to miss having her as Caleb’s teacher. She has been fabulous with him.
Yesterday I finished up the little knit shirt that I made for “baby B.” It still needs to be washed and blocked before her farewell party on Wednesday.
