I got the best tardy excuse note the other day from a parent who sends her child to school very late frequently. It went something like this:
Dear Mrs. Winder-
Please excuse "student" for being tardy. I heard about a minor earthquake up in Salt Lake and wanted more info. before bringing him to school. Please send any work he missed home and we will complete it.
Thanks
"Mother"
This note was written on a bank deposit slip.
The best part about this is (well, the whole thing is classic) that the earthquake was in Nevada. I knew everything I needed to know about what had happened before I left home at 7:50 a.m. The child arrived at school at 10:45 a.m. School starts at 9:00 a.m. The other fabulous thing is that I teach 2nd grade. I don't have loads of paper work to send home most of our morning is spent working together without worksheets.
Then, wouldn't you know it the child shows up the next day at 10:50 a.m. without an excuse note. Maybe even the parent knows you cannot top an excuse like the day before.
One reason why I have to just love my job.
So, I am down to 4 weeks before the creature inside me pops out. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. Unfortunately this has all greatly impacted my blogging. Oh wait, I was a blog slacker before that so no excuse for me.
Anyway, back to my real thoughts. I have finally just decided (with the help of some good friends and the labor and delivery nurse sister) to stop letting everyone get to me. For example a friend at my baby shower (which was like 2 weeks ago) had me in a panic because I don't have a bag packed for the hospital. Thankfully, my sister told me "the baby will still come out fine without the bag, all we need at the hospital is your naked body". Hopefully I will be able to enter the hospital with some clothes on even if they aren't clean.
Note to self for the future keep any horror stories to myself and don't frighten any other poor sap first timer. If you are reading this and have had a child, try to remember that and be real yet positive when talking to a potential nervous wreck like me or another scared to death first time mother-to-be.
