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The Trials of a Busy Mom

School days

I’m organizing my volunteer time so that I go in to the school ONE day a week, help for an hour in the 5th grade classroom, then go and help for an hour to an hour and a half in the kindergarten classroom. The 3rd grade teacher/room mom hasn’t asked for my help yet, but hopefully if she does, I can make it work on Thursday.

As I was correcting spelling booklets, I realized that 5th graders do NOT have the best handwriting. Some of those kids probably know how to spell the words, but their handwriting is so bad, they almost got the words marked wrong. I laughed to myself while the teacher taught them about identifying the simple subject and predicate, and wondered why some of these kids still don’t get it. One girl spent more time combing her hair than listening to the teacher. Oh, WHY didn’t my super smart daughter stay in the accelerated class? I’m afraid she’s going to be so bored in this regular class, after being in the accelerated class for the past two years. But she wanted to be back in the regular class so she’d see more of her friends. I hope we didn’t make a mistake.

Down the hall in the kindergarten room, I find the kindergarten teacher VERY glad to have the help. Her army of volunteers haven’t started coming in to do centers and other such helping, and her student teacher was also gone. With 26 kids in there, she doesn’t even have time to escape and go to the bathroom unless someone comes in to help her. I was glad I was able to help her, even if it was only stuffing the homework folders and putting them into the kids’ boxes.

Later, as I was getting into the car, I heard the Pleasant Grove bell tower playing a somewhat familiar tune. It took a minute to realize it was “Bicycle built for two”.
Daisy, Daisy, give me you answer true.
I’m half-crazy all for the love of you.
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage;
But you’ll look sweet
Upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two.

Henry, Henry, here is your answer true;
I’m not crazy over the likes of you.
If you can’t afford a carriage,
Forget about the marriage;
‘Cause I won’t be jammed,
I won’t be crammed
On a bicycle built for two.

The song took me back to high school. When a friend of mine, wrote a song to be sung in answer to an invitation to a dance. As far as I remember, it went something like this:

Wade-y, Wade-y, here is my answer true,
I’m have crazy to go to the dance with you.
We’ll have such fun together
No matter what the weather
(something, something, something something )
to the Homecoming dance with you.

I don’t remember who sang it, but they must have sung it in A’Capella, because I know we were in the choir room at the time. Isn’t that funny, what music can do? It can bring back a memory from 20 years ago, just from a song. Wow.


  1. Good for you for volunteering! That is something I wish my schedule and circumstances permitted…

    I remember the “Wade-y, Wade-y…”, too. It was in A’Cappella.

  2. Do you ever wish you had become a school teacher?

  3. I didn’t know Natalie wasn’t doing ALL anymore. Braeden’s loving it. Actually, 5th grade is a lot easier than 4th grade ever was. (I guess you didn’t want to hear that. . .) I’m sure she’ll be happy wherever she is, and friends are very important.

    I guess maybe I should try to volunteer. They’ve asked me, but I’ve been feeling very selfish with my tiny bit of time I have on Fridays. It’s my only time to do anything without all the extra kids at my house, and there are paintings, and groceries, and housework. . .

  4. Girl, you are the busiest woman around. Seriously. You’re so great for being such an active part of everything!

  5. I never could remember what a Predicate is….and who cares anyway?? I guess I didn’t need to know, cause it rarely ever comes up.

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