The Skipah’s Meteorological panel will rate today’s weather a seven on the Eskimo scale. Sun at least showed up for once today and warmed it up to…….24 frigging degrees. I was ready to wear flip-flops and a tank top to work today, saw on the news this evening that my neighbors to the south are finally getting some of this crap. That’s weather karma! Why have half the population suffer, were all Americans (most of us, I’m calling you out illegal immigrant and wacky terrorist cell in Fairfax, Vermont) we should all be miserable together! The collective sigh of relief you may have heard this morning was every parent being relieved that area schools were in session today, although some were on delay there was no scrambling for emergency child care.
Tomorrow I’m back on the lunch beat at school, I wrote about it here, once again I’m with my battle tested experienced co-pilot. After tomorrow we will be forever known as “The Breakfast Club”. Not because we will be sitting unsupervised all day in detention on a Saturday (that’s realistic, said no one), but once again we are serving breakfast to the children. I’m thinking of starting the largest food fight in school history! I’ve built a military grade cinnamon apple catapult that I will use to mortar fire the kids that sit in the back of the cafeteria. For the short-range kids I’ve developed a hash brown howitzer that will carpet bomb the kids with potato residue. I’m pretty sure I can recruit the second graders to join up on our side. Our “nuclear” bomb will be the ham and egg cheese melt (think I’ll be eating the complimentary chicken patty tomorrow), I’m checking with my Department of Defense contacts to borrow a drone to deliver this weapon of mass mess and will use it after softening the kids up with an apple and spud attack. We are going to take over the lunch room tomorrow! If the kids don’t relent I will have to get diabolical and dip into the peanut butter sandwich arsenal! Don’t think I won’t be packing a HAZMAT suit, latex gloves, and a Epipen with me tomorrow! It’s on you little crumb snatchers!
Obviously that was an awful attempt at satire (maybe), but big day for me tomorrow. Start the path towards Catholicism in the morning then lunch duty. Therapist appointment in the afternoon, and then I get to meet a couple of dad bloggers tomorrow evening. This guy and this dude, cue up “It’s a Small World” actually don’t and any parent that’s been to Disney can tell you why! Therapist you may ask? I’ve touted for weeks I’m all good now, there is a reason I’m all better. Amazing family, awesome friends, and my therapist all are woven into my inner fabric now. As I’ve stated before I am very fortunate to have great health insurance, seeing my therapist doesn’t cost me a dime out-of-pocket why quit now? I don’t need a cheerleader anymore, I need some one to bitch to, and she is more than receiving to listen to me gripe. Out of everything I’ve learned since getting divorce dropped on me is DO NOT HOLD IT IN. Last summer it was losing my marriage, then the custody battle, now it’s co-parenting frustration. Everyone needs an outlet, friends and family definitely fill the void, but having a professional to lean on can’t be underestimated. The professionals have seen it time and time again, and can offer a neutral opinion. If you are that guy/girl who thought you were “above” needing therapy going through a life changing event then you are only fooling yourself and decent chance you will be regretting that mindset in the future. Nobody is as tough as they think they are, it took going through a divorce for me to realize that. Luckily for me I found a rock star therapist, and I always look forward to our sessions!
Going to wrap it up for tonight, have to perfect the scope on the hash brown howitzer and check the range on my cinnamon apple catapult. I’m still smiling though, and whatever life throws at me I don’t plan on not smiling!