I’ve had parent-teacher conferences last week and this week. Today I had some time to run to Wal*Mart before they began and on impulse bought one of those adorable Ben & Jerry’s tubs that holds two mouthfuls of ice cream. I grabbed a spoon and went down to the basement at school to inhale it in secret, and it turns out that they provide a spoon! The bad news: It it so tiny it makes eating such a miniscule amount of ice cream take for-EH-ver, so kudos to them for winning the mind game.
In other news, I just want to complain a little bit about something that I am completely guilty of. (Not just ending sentences with prepositions.) It is forgetting appointments.
When a parent forgets their conference, I completely understand. Life happens. What I don’t like is how when they apologize the next day I say, “That’s ok! Let’s just set up another one!”
Positive Professionalism is at war with Whiny Soul – the one who says, “I was here already. I’ve put in my time.”
Hush now, Whiny Soul. You’ve missed plenty of appointments yourself.
Whiny Soul: But…..
I said hush. Have some ice cream.
Brad says
I like that you feed your Whiny Soul ice cream. I make mine take a nap.
Beth says
I let my Whiny Soul watch TV and pretend it has a different life.
Also, I want to visit the CDC basement again. It’s been years, and your frequent mention of it has my curiosity piqued.
Jill says
My whiny soul usually calls you.
Peggy says
Awwwwww…..that is so sweet!
Peggy says
My Whiny Soul gets Taskykakes & milk! So does my Happy Soul, and my Sad Soul, my Mad Soul, my Frustrated Soul….
This post made me remember those flat little wooden spoons that used to come with ice-cream. What was up with those?