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Irony, Preschool Style

18 Sep

During the first two weeks of preschool we really emphasize the importance of proper hand washing. 

We read the book Those Mean Nasty Dirty Downright Disgusting but…Invisible Germs by Judith Anne Rice.  This is a wonderful book with great illustrations on what an earache germ, a headache germ, a sore throat germ, a fever germ and the most downright disgustingest germ of all, the throw up germ, just might look like.  Rosa, the smart little girl in the book, knows how to get rid of those terrible germs and she sends them whirling, twirling down the drain.  We read this book over and over again. 

We practice coughing and sneezing into our elbow.  We show how germs spread by using glitter and shaking hands.  We talk about the proper steps for hand washing.  You know the drill… wet, soap, scrub (sing a little song), rinse and dry.  We are even growing germy bread for a science experiment. 

What is germy bread?  It’s a slice of bread (preferably one that doesn’t have preservatives) which everyone in the class touches with their dirty, moist little hands.  Gross, right?  Wait a week, and then you can be completely downright disgusted by those not-so invisible germs.

We should have those germs well under control, right? 


Except that I’m the one who now has the sore throat germ, the headache germ, and the earache germ.   

Irony, preschool style.

Mrs. V

On Monday, I will not be surprised if I get asked by a student if I forgot to wash my hands.


The Valentine’s Day that wasn’t…

16 Feb

Friday morning:  I woke up with a nasty stomach virus, had to call in sick to work and I was stuck in bed for the next 24 hours.  My wonderful co-workers handled my classroom, but I still missed the Valentine’s Party with my students.  This made me very sad and I cried big crocodile tears.  I guess that made me pathetic and sick.

Saturday (a.k.a. Valentine’s Day):  I was feeling slightly better and finally holding down boring foods and liquids.  Plans for a Valentine’s dinner and a movie had to be cancelled on account of my jumpy stomach.  My hubby took wonderful care of me, and helped me to laugh at the whole thing.

I am thankful to have such terrific friends and family members who care for me and worry about me, and this means more to me than any Valentine’s parties, chocolates, dinners or movies. 

However, it still was the Valentine’s Day that wasn’t.


Mrs. V

Tah-rah-rah Boom-de-ay

25 Sep

Sing along with me and don’t tell me you don’t know the tune.

Tah-rah-rah Boom-de-ay!
I have a cold today,
My nosed is stuffed up tight,
I cough with all my might.

I took a class this week,
Information I don’t seek,
I have new forms to fill,
And that annoys me still.

A meeting at middle school,
His advisor is really cool,
Here’s to a good school year,
Enough to bring me cheer.

A dentist visit I did skip,
Wasn’t worth the trip,
I have to get there soon,
Or I’ll look like a goon.

My house is a big ol’ mess,
And a cause of lots of stress,
The piles will drive me mad,
And make my hubby sad.

My poor cat is sick,
and this is not a trick,
The vet bills pile high,
and make me want to cry.

The newsletter I did write,
with a deadline looming tight,
My energy did fade,
But plans have all been made.

This week I cut my hair,
Shorter than I dare,
It turned out really cute,
And it is blonde to boot.

I have more work to do,
Yes, I know it’s true,
But now it’s time for bed,
And I will rest my head.

Tah-rah-rah Boom-de-ay!
Tomorrow I will play,
With my little friends
My dears, this is the end!

Mrs. V
I tried to find the music to accompany my little song, but the internet was not helpful tonight. So if you do not know the song, well, take my word for it, it is a catchy tune.


5 May

On my personal day I caught myself thinking about how I was lucky to have gotten out of winter relatively healthy, without having had to take a sick day. 


Karma has such a way of slapping someone right in the face, you know? 

I had to find a substitute teacher for my classroom today, because I needed to take a sick day.  Not because I’m sick today, but I was the whole weekend, and today I’m still feeling like the junk stuck to the bottom of someone’s old shoe.

So, yeah, that’s the last time I’ll congratulate myself for not getting sick.  You’d think I’d learn.

Mrs. V