It's fun. They aren't too jaded yet
And they are a little strange. It's like they don't know I can see them.
Traditionally, when someone in my advisory has a birthday, I let that person choose breakfast. I will get bagels, munchkins or I will make pancakes. I bring in my griddle and make them on the spot. It's not a big deal, but they like it and it's fun.
Last Friday was Jane's birthday and she chose pancakes. I chose to wait until this past Friday because it was day 2 and that is my lightest day of the week. I don't want to also make pancakes on a day when I have 5 or 6 classes in a row. That's just a recipe for disaster.
We talked on Thursday about not eating breakfast because I was going to make pancakes.
You know where this is going.
I was so excited that Friday was day 2, I meandered through my morning, not racing out the door by 7:30 because I only had 3 classes. I got to school a little later than usual and then I was fooling around with the teacher across the hall as kids were coming in.
It was day 2, a great day. I could get so much done!
I got into my room and Jane said "Here she is!" and looked at me. And said "You forgot, didn't you?"
Here's where the jaded begins.
I felt like 2 cents. I wanted to crawl away and die. I felt so bad that I not only forgot to acknolwedge her birthday, but I told them all not to eat breakfast! I offered to send her to the cafeteria for breakfast but she didn't want it.
I promised I would do it Monday, to make up for it. But that day sucks. And it's totally my fault. How could I do that????
The worst part is that she is the first one to have a birthday, so now the rest of them will be like "yeah right".
Ugh. I can't believe I did that!!!
To top it off, I then had a great nightmare that I forgot AGAIN. Only this time, in the nightmare, I remembered on the way to school and raced home to get what I needed. In the dream, I decided to make the batter at home and have my mother drive me back to school. I had left my car midway and walked home. In the middle of it all, I added ketchup and spinach to the batter. And ran out of flour. And didn't have enough.
You might be saying, forget it, just don't bother. But I have to because I said I would. And I'm good like that.
When I remember.