if you understand the title of this post, major props.
today was the third day of school. everyone settling in. pretty much a no-add/adhd meds day. kids a bit chatty. nothing out of the ordinary. lots of humming and singing going on and…
me: can my hummers and singers give it a rest?
doing my
letterland lesson. making words. the kinder teacher next-door came into my room very quietly saying, "mrs... there's ummmm a little mouse in my room. can you help us?"
i walked calmly over there to go mouse hunting. i bashed around with a yardstick behind a couple of shelves, but couldn't get terrified, baby mouse to appear.
back to educating. a little while later, i noticed the principal in my doorway. he visits often, so i continued, and out of the corner of my eye, i spotted the district superintendent, too. oh, that's nice. i love visitors. and i continued the education of the masses. kids - hallelujah - continued participating in the lesson.
then i noticed that there was a mini-ruckus near the door by my built-in shelves. the principal was crawling on the floor. WUT??? my student teacher was laughing and moving around quickly. and the superintendent was - well, he was wearing sort of a forced-smile.
kids still were making words with me.
a few minutes later, the hubbub by the door quieted down and the admins exited to the hall. i wondered if we made a decent impression.
transitioned the kids to the next lesson and my student teacher whispered to me "omg! the mouse nearly crawled up that man's leg!"
me: O_o which man?
student-teacher (st): the man with the principal.
me: the SUPERINTENDENT!?!?!?!?!
st: oh. yeah.
me: a MOUSE!?!?
st: nearly ran up his pant leg.
me: WUT!
st: first it ran across the floor and then across his shoe...
me: the SUPERINTENDENT'S SHOE!?!?!
st: [giggles]
me: [stuffing giggles]
yes. the wee mousie or one of his 5011 friends and relations ran across my floor, attacked the superintendent and ran under all the extraneous crap on my shelves (i have very little storage and lots of stuff).
hilarity followed as everyone (except for oblivious-me and my equally-oblivious and attentive-to-their-teacher kids) went into full-on-mr. jinx-mode.
the janitor left a "sticky trap" on my cubbies. but i didn't know what it was and nearly lost a finger after i touched it. when they say "stickie" they mean "super-glue-stickie." it was placed under a cupboard.
as we were lining up to go to the computer lab a bit later, the kids spotted pixie or dixie or one of their 5011 friends and relations and they erupted into their own version of full-on-mr. jinx-mode. there was floor diving and giggling and random silliness.
then…
"HE'S STUCK ON THE TRAP!!!!" said in unison by 21 squealing voices.
me: good. we'll let him go out in the field. he'll be much happier to be outside.
st took the kids to the lab and i hightailed (no pun intended) it to the office.
me to AP: you'll save its life, right?
AP [laughing]: O_o
me: PLEASE!
AP: you cannot get a mouse off a sticky trap.
me: PLEASE!
AP: i'm going to bash its brains in.
me: O_O
AP: [laughing]
me: NOOOOOOOOO!
for the rest of the day, i pretended that the mouse was living safely in a happy little hole far from the school in a field of daisies.
bash its head in! oh the humanity. ummm. the mouseanity!
i'm hoping that the superintendent high-tailed (apologies for the repeated no-pun-intended) it back to the central office and ordered an exterminator to come to our school. but i'm not betting on it.
later in the afternoon, after listening to 5011 of mouse-in-the-house tales (not tails) from my kids, i seized the opportunity and we wrote stories titled "How to Catch a Mouse."
the principal walked back in with a lady i did not recognize. this time my kids were not attentive and jumped all over him, begging him to read their stories. he took one and read the title out loud. he gave a nervous laugh and high-tailed (yada-yada) it out of our room with the lady in tow. she was all O_O.
welcome to our room, mom-of-new-kid-starting-tomorrow.
eeeeek!!!! (a mouse).
