yucky morning

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I'm just ranting about my bad morning so far.

My wife had to leave really early for work because of a meeting. So I had to get the kids ready for school---which was no problem since she had their clothes laid out. They got their showers without any problem.

But, on the way to school, they began their usual fighting in the backseat---really loud screaming type of stuff---and my sensory issues are very sensitive (painful) so I stopped the car on the road (no one behind me), and I took their DS video games away from them.

I get to school (I teach the gifted there) and its raining. I goto the vending machine to get my Mt. Dew and I am a nickel short. So I go all the way back to the car in the rain (long walk), get my change, and realize our grades are due in 5 minutes ago (end of the grading period). So I hurry up and get my briefcase and find a computer to download my grades.

Finally, I get to eat my pop tarts, and I look on the progress book for my oldest son's grades. He has had some problems with grades in the past. He had started the nine week grading period with almost all A's, then last week they went to 3 A's and 3 B's. Then yesterday, they had been updated to 2 A's and 4 B's. Now this morning, as they are all averaged, one of the B's is now a C+. I just get aggravated because he always starts out well, then goofs up by the end of the grading period. The class he got the C+ in is one that the teacher told him last week how well he was doing. So I'm like---"C+...doing well?...I would hate to see average in there." My oldest son always seems to slack off and goof his grades up. I look on the details of the class and find he didn't turn in some easy assignments (60% for those---AR books).

Anyway, I guess it isn't such a bad morning. I just had to unload.

Oh, and tonight is choir practice---I'm the church organist. And since I already feel stressed this morning, I am dreading practice. Everyone wants to slap me on the back as they pass the organ---I hate that. How do I politely say, "I don't like to be touched"? And this one member of the choir thinks his opinion is the "The Opinion." Well, last week at practice I told him I didn't agree with him and that I didn't want to discuss politics with him. Then another member said that things were so bad now, and times are so bad...and I told her that those good old days she was talking about stunk. My grandfather earned a dollar a day in those good old days. People like me with autism were locked up in mental institutions in the good old days---my cousin who was probably autistic spent his life from the age of 16 in the Athens, Ohio mental hospital until he was an old man in the late 1970s. Yeah, talk about the good old days. I told them, "Had I lived in the good old days I would have been put away in an institution for my eccentric ways, and how would you like to have surgery back then?...And further back in time I would have been accused of witchcraft for doing a children's magic show." Well, in their prayer that evening, the lady said, "And we give thanks to God for the times we live in today...as they are truly good times." I guess I made my point.

Anyway, thank you for listening to my ranting. Sometimes we just have to unload. I'm feeling better now...I think.