Yesterday upped the cuteness factor considerably. I thought it would be painfully 'sweet' and 'nice', but it was excellent!

Let me explain. It was the mother's day celebrations in school (mother's day is the last Sunday in May here), and all the grades performed something touching and lovely for their moms. Yes, I did say 'mom', I have been living here too long. Anyway, we organized the performances to be in the local park – where palm trees line the walkways, sun filters down through the canopy, and we put streamers and decorations up everywhere... AND the children behaved almost perfectly. Sorted!

When the kids performed their cutsie pieces grade by grade, I swear, I had tears in my eyes they were so lovely. Usually I would balk at getting involved, I mean how much "We love mommy, we love mommy, yes we do, yes we do" can you take? These kids, however, were so adorable. Best of all, of course, the parents loved it! They loved the little kid who hogged the microphone and danced like Tom Jones, they loved the teacher having to substitute the kid who chickened out of the maypole dance, they loved the bizarre interpretations of merengue dancing. And best of all, the reason why my neck is having trouble supporting my swollen head is that they loved my grades too! Usually the top grades are overlooked, as the littlest kids are the star kiddies, but yesterday, my kids got the recognition they deserve. I wrote a skit where all the 6th and 7th graders basically complained about their moms, in a completely hammed up and hopefully humorous way, before ‘realizing’ that their moms are actually the best moms in the world etc. etc. Well, the moms were either going to see the funny side at their teens ripping them to shreds on stage, or they were going to hate me. Thankfully it was pulled off and the laughter rang out all the way through. I am so proud! All my kids were wonderful, they loved acting outrageous and when they finished off running into the audience with a rose for their mom, it was the crowning glory. Woohoo!

I don’t even care about the gore when I cut my finger horribly on something in the park, that a big 14 year old boy trod on my sandalled toes and that I burnt the same finger on the scorching tip of a glue gun in a fit of stressed out last minute fixing.

I love being a teacher. Come be in my grade!

today's efforts

sleeping **	exercising *****	veggie-ing *
watering *	handwashing *****	laughing *****