3 Days and a Wake Up


Years ago, my husband had an annual fishing trip to Canada with all the guys in the family.He would spend hours at sporting stores finding the right lure, and fishing clothes. As the days became closer he had a count down “3 days and a wake up” “2 days and a wakeup.”

Now it’s my turn, “3 days and a wake up” until spring break, vacation, staying out late, trying new things, golfing with my husband, seeing my sister, seeing my sister-in-law and more. I am a sun worshiper from the ’80s, but now with sunscreen and high spf. Looking forward to the pool with the heat on me.

And then, when I’m back,  the weather  should be better and the kiddos and I are refreshed for the homestretch.

I Am Excited Today


I’m excited today because my son is home this weekend to play in a water polo tournament for his college against a local university. I cannot wait to sit in the stands and watch him play. It has been over two years since I watched him play water polo for his high school.

I miss his elementary and high school  days watching him grow up playing hockey, swimming and water polo. I never missed a game unless I had conferences. I knew the time was short until it would be over and I savored every game. Each season came with different  dynamics. Good teams, good friends, great parents or it could be just the opposite–boys who didn’t like each other, parents screaming at their kiddos to check someone hard, or teams where a game was never won.

So today I am excited to watch him play again.

I Am Happy It’ the Weekend


I am happy it’s the weekend because…

Two nights of conferences are over,

I can catch up on my sleep,

I can catch up on my favorite shows,

My son is home this weekend,

We are trying a new restaurant in Detroit,

It’s spring pedicure day,

One week until vacation!



Lots of books

Comfy clothes

Stuffed animals

Blanket forts

Healthy snacks

Excited children

Lots of books.

Today is a Read-In



Spring conferences began last night and will finish this evening. I met last night with approximately 20 sets of parents and the rest are scheduled for today.

A colleague of mine told me last night how she dreads conferences. She worries weeks before and has several notes on each child. It becomes a very stressful time for her. I looked at her and was surprised at this comment. She always seems so confident and comfortable.

I wasn’t sure how to respond because after almost thirty years of teaching, I have come to love conferences. I enjoy sharing all the progress my students are making, and I find  meeting with parents lets me into a side of their child I might not ever get to know. Of course not all conferences go smoothly. Each year there are difficult conferences too, but I will consult help from previous teachers or my principal. Some cause me worry and maybe some anxiety, but all in all, it’s a time of the year that I really  do enjoy.


Waking Up Too Early


I hear the soft whine in my ears. It’s 3:00am. I can see the glistening of his brown eyes staring up at me. I reach down to rub his belly, hoping to soothe him before he lets out a loud bark. It’s 3:02am. It’s conferences tonight. I need every minute of sleep this morning.  It’s not working. He starts his whine again, as he jumps on my nightstand and grabs my phone with his mouth.

Why fight it? (Well, because it’s conference night and I need sleep.)

I grab my phone/alarm trudge downstairs, crash on the couch and cover myself with a blanket. He jumps on me, snuggles against me and we both fall asleep.

Kleeko just needed some fur mom time.

My Students and the Slice of Life


For the past three years I have had my class participate in our own form of the Slice of Life Challenge. In late February I post on the board that “The Challenge is coming…stay tuned.” Each day it builds excitement and wonder in my classes. On February 28, each student is given a brand new spiral notebook. (It’s amazing what a new spiral can do for you in the middle of winter.)For some wonderful reason, this particular year my two classes have really enjoyed it. My past classes have participated, but not with the enthusiasm this year holds. Most students are working hard to keep it a small moment, while there are still a small few who still list what they did  from breakfast to bed. Regardless, they are always ready to share when they walk into my class.

Yesterday, however, one student in particular did not want to share. No one is forced to share, but this student insisted she not be asked. She didn’t want anyone to read it. This was unusual because she is the one who is most excited to share each day.

She shared it privately with me. She had found out some information that one of her parents is ill. She was not filled in with all the particulars, but was aware it may be  serious. She wrote about her feelings of sadness and concern.

In my three years, I am not sure that any my students have used the Slice of Life as a place to write any feelings except those of happiness and excitement. I am enjoying watching the growth of my students with the Slice of Life.