I've been absent for quite some time. I've had some funny moments to blog about. I haven't been able to keep you updated, since my other job is being a mommy to a 6 year old boy. Between my life as mommy, lesson planning, and grading papers I forget...and by the time I remember, all I want to do is lay my head on a pillow. Since I am currently on Holiday Break, I figured I would find a few minutes to blog about what's been going on or what I remember. So here we go...
I escorted my class to the water fountain and restroom. While waiting on line for all the children to finish handling their business, one of the girls in my class comes out of the bathroom. She proceeds to get a drink of water and I notice some sheer material hanging from her pants. Technically, I was still asleep (seeing as though it was only 10:30 in the morning and I officially wake up around 12 noon) so it took me a while to figure out what was going on back there. I honestly thought I was hallucinating or there was some type of mirage. I realized I wasn't imagining things so I asked her what was hanging from her pants. Well, I wasn't discreet enough and the other children heard my question. The kids took one look and started screaming "EWWWWWWWWW!!!! GROSS!"
At this point, I still had no idea what I was looking at and was annoyed that the children were making such a scene and so much noise. So I'm reprimanding and pleading with them to calm down. In the middle of all this ruckus, the girl looks at the back of her pants and says, "Oh! It's toilet paper!"
It didn't take much for me to get queasy and have this look of horror creep across my face. The child proceeds to dig into her pants and remove this toilet paper. Unfortunately the look of disgust on my face was not a clue for her to go into the bathroom and take care of it, so I mustered up the strength to say, "NOOOOOO! Go into the restroom and take care of that."
The children were whispering, my knees were buckling from the bubble guts at this point (I have a very weak stomach), it was just AWFUL! The child comes out of the bathroom and the thought of her not washing her hands crossed my mind. So at this point, I felt even sicker. The little boy who was in front of her on line was mortified and was somehow trying to become one with the wall.
I made her go back into the bathroom and wash her hands for good measure. Let's just say for the rest of the day I was afraid to touch anything in the classroom. I think I bathed in hand sanitizer about 3 or 4 times that day.
