The Light at the End of the Tunnel

  Well it's settled.  Rory will be here on Monday at 7:30 A.M.  (his actual due date)    I'm still waiting for the surreal feelings to shatter.  I'm sure that will happen once the doctor pulls Rory out and hands him to us.  Until then, we just wait the impossibly long three days.

  Today we used some of that pent up anxiety to get things ready for school to start, since I'll be missing the first two days of teacher plan ( and Kim will be missing so much more).  I'm happy to say that both of our rooms are decorated and ready for the kiddos. (Please note, we have gone in multiple times over our summer "do we ever really get a" vacation.) There are only a few organizational things left to deal with.  ie, lesson planning, team planning, goals and objectives,  grade leveling, and my classroom library. 

  "I didn't know you teachers did so much," my mother-in- law says.  (She was voulentold by my lovely wife to help.)
  "No one ever does," I say, getting up onto my soapbox.
  "Oh my gosh!" Kim says frantically.  You can see by her expression that she just realized something.
  "What is it?" I ask. 
  "How am I going to have a team meeting with our whole grade level.  (In case you aren't aware, both Kim and I will be teaching 1st grade this year, and oh yeah, she's also the team leader.)
  "Umm, you're not," I say.
  "Maybe you guys can Skype me into your meeting?" she says, her eyes bulging.
  "Oh yes!  Great idea!  I can see it now.  You'll be talking and asking questions, and there baby Rory will be just sucking away."
  Her face turns sour, and then contemplative, then realistic.  "Maybe not a good idea."
  "Wow, who'd have known.  You seriously have a problem.  How about you just relax and take care of the baby.  I can handle filling in for you while you are taking care of our newborn."
  "Okay, I suppose so.... oh... but I won't be here for open house.  I'm really going to try to be there so I can meet my kids."
  "Sweetie, you're going to be sore, and you will have just left the hospital on Wednesday."
  "I guess I'll see how I feel.  I bet I can do it."
  I roll my eyes, "Okay honey, we will play it by ear."
  "I'm not going to spread my chairs out yet, because the custodians still have to vacuum.  Do you think you can put my chairs out?  I will want some under each desk, and under those tables.  Definitely put them under the kidney shaped table..."
  "Kim, I've been a teacher for 7 years.  I think I know where chairs go."
 
  Talk about a Type A, control freak, if you've ever seen one.  She has a good heart though, that's why I love her!  I can deal with her craziness because she's amazing in so many other ways and I can't wait to see it flow through her into Rory as we teach him to love and care for others.  Continue to keep us in your prayers.  Thank you so much  to everyone who has been supportive and kind.  We truly appreciate it!

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