Sometimes - often - when I get to school and park in the parking lot, I sit for a while in my car, using the time before I actually have to sign-in for prayer. It is seldom that I am disturbed there. On occasion, I have gotten the "what were you doing in your car this morning" question, and I have replied, "Praying. We need all the prayer we can get here." And they agree and I suppose they don't think I'm too weird.
Lately, I've taken to letting the radio continue to play, turning it down low for some background music. Yesterday, this song just reached out through the radio and grabbed me. I'm not sure why. You must know that never happens to me. OK - rarely happens. I put down my prayer book, turned it up, and just listened.
When I got home, the first thing I did was to download it from iTunes.
Our canceled faculty meeting was uncanceled. Oh well. Can't win 'em all. Our principal is out for the rest of the week. Health issues. Stress can kill ya. We had outdoor recess today, but I think it was too cold for much pole-dancing.
There is a traffic nazi at my child's school. If she says something to me [again] on Friday about where and how I cross the line of traffic when I help unload the car-rider line, it might not be pretty. I am about the most non-confrontational person in the world, but..... There is more than one way to cross a car-rider line. There are more important things in the world. I am 46 years old, and I think I am old enough to figure this out without her help. If you want parent involvement - like you say you do - then quit hassling the involved parents about petty crap! I have better things to do on cold winter mornings.
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