Drama drama drama

I always joke that when I became a Loerke, I inhereted the gene that calls for any and all form of drama to enter my life. I dont think my life was so eventful when I was just an Oglesby. But here in Tulsa, there is some dramatic event happening to us Loerkes every day. Mostly it deals with Matts mom and sisters, but this week the drama bug has landed upon me.

It started yesterday, the first day of my job. I am in the Frog class, which is next door to the Turtle class. My darling Henry is in the Turtle class, and the Frogs and Turtles do lots of activities together. So...Yesterday we took the Frogs to the commons (the play pit in the middle of all the toddler classes) and I look over at the Frog class to see Henry looking at me out the little window on the bottom half of the door. I froze....I didn't know what to do, because I knew if he got near me, he wouldnt leave my side, and I wanted him to have fun at school and make friends. And before I could stop myself, i felt my arm raising and begin waving at Henry. His eyes got real big and he just started wailing!! So i went over there and rubbed his head and said hey and he just cried and cried and reached for me going "Aymuh!!". His teacher said I could pick him up, since they were coming to play with us anyway. Well, when playtime was over it was time for the kids to line up at the door to their classroom, and Henry went to my door. I told him it was time to go to his room and that I would see him later....so he reluctantly went, sobbing the whole way. About 2 minutes later his teacher came in and asked if we wanted to trade Kate for Henry because he was just beside himself without me. So we traded and he cried basically the whole rest of the day whenever I tried to put him down and coach him to play, he held onto my neck so tight....poor Henry. I just love that kid so much.

So today they call me and ask if I can come in early and sub for a teacher, i say sure I will be there after i get my TB test read. SO I make a sandwich for the car and on my way out of the apartment parking lot, my sandwich starts to fall apart..so instead of watching the road I am fixing my sandwich and drive right up onto a big curb and pop a hole in my tire the size of a nickel and bend the rim really bad. I have to call work say..sorry, i wrecked myself, cant come in. Matt had to ocme get me so I could ahve my tb test read before 11 ..........

Drama drama.