If only we received some sort of warning! How many days in our lives would be so much easier if a giant speaker mounted to the wall just blasted you as soon as the alarm clock went off? Or better yet, maybe we could color code the walls of the room:
- Code Green, you’re good to go, have a nice day.
- Code Blue, your day will be mostly okay but you will have to deal with some unpleasantness during the afternoon hours, don’t worry, it won’t be a big deal.
- Code Yellow, today will be difficult but nothing you can’t handle, proceed with caution.
- Code Red, you are fucked, give up now and don’t…get…out…of…bed!
I definitely experienced a Code Red on Thursday, only I didn’t know I was going to have a Code Red until I was knee deep in shit with no shovel in sight.
The morning started off with the weather man announcing an Alberta Clipper (for non-Michiganders that is a quick & heavy snowstorm that comes through fast and furious and is gone in about four hours) smack in the middle of the evening commute. Still, I had an easy drive in, maybe it would be late arriving and the commute would be spared.
I was at work about an hour when I learned that my days of gainful employment might be coming to an end. The writing has been on the wall for a long time with my district, it is no secret that we are operating with negative funds, but there was always a little glimmer of hope that we would survive, but after the closing of other school districts last year, ones much larger than us, and the new push to end public schools as we know it, it appears I am currently teaching on the S.S. Titanic.
Of course I get this news 12 hours after my husband and I booked an $8,000 trip to Florida to see Disney, Universal, do a little fishing, and basically give the kids one of those trips of a lifetime.
To say this little bit of news mad me a tad gloomy would be an understatement. Through the course of the day more and more news came through the grapevine, much of it contradictory, but none of it good.
Of course my darling students decided that this day would be the day that they would fight and argue with each other nonstop and ignore pretty much anything I had to say. Skirmishes that had started at home the night before were carried over into the classroom. This behavior only intensified after lunch due to another indoor recess because it was too cold and the snow had indeed started to fall just like the weatherman predicted.
A crappy day finally came to an end, but thanks to that Alberta Clipper the roads were snow covered and had yet to be treated. The boys were scheduled to have dentist appointments at 4:00 and 4:30. After driving 20 minutes and traveling four miles on the freeway it became very clear that we weren’t going to make those appointments. A quick call to the dentist pushed the appointments back thirty minutes. Surely we could make those, right? Nope. My usual half hour commute became an hour and a half. At one point I was stuck traveling 6 mph for over fifteen minutes.
When I finally get home, the house is a mess because the boys have been home by themselves. They ransacked the snack foods and beverages and left their garbage everywhere. I made a quick dinner (frozen fish sticks and French fries) and decide that the day has been so stressful that I need a little me time.
As the hubby walks in the door I walk out to go to the hair dressers. A root touch up and a blow out would help to lift my dark mood. I should have known better. After all, I had already been knee deep in shit all day. What was I thinking, getting my hair done on a Code Red kind of a day?
Two hours and $60 later I walked out of the salon with butchered bangs and flaming red roots. Let’s just say when your stylist says, “Oh wow, I can fix this,” while rinsing out your color, you know you are screwed. As for why he dyed my roots fire engine red I can’t say. He was supposed to be dying them brown.
To make this Code Red day suck even worse, I couldn’t even have a glass of wine because of a little kidney problem. So I didn’t even have the luxury of crying myself to sleep while guzzling a little, or a lot, of alcohol!
Once the boys were in bed my husband and I logged on to the computer and cancelled my Disney vacation for the second time in two years. Apparently Karma is convinced I am to never see Florida. I can’t lie, cancelling that vacation again was heart breaking and after it was done I hid in the bathroom to have myself a little cry.
Still, behind every Code Red day comes a silver lining if you are willing to look for it. My husband and I talked it over and decided that if my district goes under I will take a year or two off and get a Master’s Degree in Special Ed. With more and more autistic children entering the school systems every year we feel this is a job that will be in demand.
Plus, this opportunity will let me be a stay at home mom for a couple of years when my oldest son really sort of needs me to be there for him, and it will give me more time to devote to my writing.
We won’t be flying to Florida this February, but instead we will drive to St. Louis this summer to visit some awesome friends. It is something we have been meaning to do for several years but haven’t had the chance.
Finally, even my hair got fix. Saturday morning the salon worked to recolor my hair. It had to be dyed twice since the first time turned it purple, but they finally got it right the second time and even offered to give me free highlights in two weeks if I want them. I am undecided about letting them touch my hair again but if I do I will post pictures.
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