On second thought.

I have never been in such dire need of a drink as today. 


You take one puking pre-kindergarten teacher and you send her home. Then you assign one enthusiastic chaperon (that would be me) and a classroom full of wannabe cowboys & cowgirls on a wet, cold, day pack them on a bus send them to the Rodeo and what do you get? Absolute hell. 


Today I somehow shepherded 26 four years olds in the rain from Reliant Arena out into the parking lot. I not only managed to keep them corralled, I also managed to keep them from running out into the oncoming school buses on multiple occasions. I also cajoled a few boys to pee in the rain.Why? Because after waiting for more than an hour in the rain for the buses to arrive, shepherding a full class back to the arena for a few stinkers seemed like more trouble than it was worth. Especially when the tents provided such a great buffer from the elements. On our long journey back I had three drooling children collapse into deep slumber on my shoulder, lap and hand. Then as my cherry on top, I had the distinct pleasure of hoisting a sobbing child in a vain attempt to comfort him. Only to find out that I too, would cry if crap were coming out of my pants. 


By the grace of God, the 26 hellions and I made it back to school in one piece. I had previously expressed an ardent interest in teaching pre-kindergarten. After today's wet mishaps, I think that dream has been completely erased from my "to-do in life" list. 


*There's no point in me bothering to mention the panicked livestock and unfortunate bunnies who encountered these grubby little hands. Use your imagination.