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Long time, no see, my friends!  Thank you for sharing your critter stories and wishing me luck last week.  Some of your stories gave me the heebie jeebies.  Luckily, I did not see anything scurrying about.  Whew!  Really dodged a bullet there.  My coworker told me about something that you can plug in and it lets off some kind of sound or something that the little mice don't like.  I am definitely going to invest in some of those.  Because I'd rather not see another mouse.  Ever.

I only worked one day this past week.  The first day back from break.  So the kids were exhausted and not really with it.  My sub said they were awesome the rest of the week, so hopefully the awesomeness will continue when I have to work a full five days next week.  Why was I out, you ask? 

{I'm the short one.  The tall girl is my little sister.  I only clarify for you because waitresses at restaurants can't seem to get it straight.  She gets the drink menu and I get the kid's menu.  Never fails.  Every time.  I'll enjoy my youthful looks for as long as I can.}

My little brother was deployed to Afghanistan for a year.  He's enjoying {and by enjoy, I mean training all day long} sunny Texas {see why I said enjoy?  Texas has to be funner than Afghanistan} for the next few weeks and then he will head on over.  So we spent a couple of days in Indianapolis having some family time {at PF Changs.  Yum!} and seeing him off.  I told him that I have about 450 or so teacher friends that I can count on to keep the mail coming all year long.  Please let me know if you, your class, or your school would like a soldier buddy to send letters, etc to throughout the year.  Either comment or email me {mspreppyblog at gmail dot com} and I'll get you hooked up with all of the information. 

In other superfun news, Sarah and I are all in on a Valentine's exchange!  We will be posting details very soon, so check back with us.  We have some exciting things up our sleeves!    

When it snows, it's a-thrillin'....

I'm sitting here on the couch, enjoying my last day of break, and watching the snow fall.  Part of me hopes it sticks but another part of me can't wait to see my little friends again.  The weather report says it's not going to be significant, but the flakes are big and the rooftops around me are already covered.  So who knows.

But for now, I think it's safe to assume that my break is coming to an end.  I haven't quite figured out how I'm going to break the news to my couch and TV.  We've become rather close and they will be lost without me.  I tried preparing them yesterday and today by going to school for a few hours.  There's always so much work to be done.  I found myself wondering why I didn't just go every.single.day we were off.  Then maybe I would be caught up.  Psht, who am I kidding?!  I would still find myself wishing for just a little bit longer so that I could be on top of things and maybe even ahead of things.  But here I sit, still trying to get some work finished and thinking about the fact that my alarm is going to ring tomorrow.  And the fact that I have to be brave and head back to my classroom tomorrow, despite the Incident...

On the last day of school before break there was an Incident.  The Incident has made me a smidgen nervous to return to my classroom tomorrow.  Really, I think it scarred me for life and I will need therapy.  I was sitting in my classroom after school when all of a sudden, a mouse scurried across the floor.  I may have screamed.  Loudly.  And I may have immediately changed from a sitting position in my rolly chair to a standing position in my rolly chair, arms flailing about wildly.  And then I may have called my neighbor and made her pack up my belongings for me and hold my hand as I walked sprinted out the door.  She may or may not have tried to comfort me with a story of how she found a cute little mouse in her room last year and I may or may not have interrupted her and said, "Shut up, Cinderella and get me out of here now!"  And then I may have begged her to check through my bags to make sure that the mouse's BFF wasn't trying to sneak home with me.  And I may have stomped all the way down the hall and made lots of loud noises yesterday and today when I was working at school alone so that the mouse, or mice, would know that I'm large and in charge. 

Like I said, those events may or may not have happened.  But let me tell you what will happen for sure if there is another invasion...I will spend the rest of the year teaching from on top of my stool.  Because I will DIE if one ever comes near me.  DIE.  Oh, it was awful.  I know they like to hang out at schools because we're super nice and like to keep food in our rooms and because the children are messy and like to keep food on our floors.  But I don't like mice.  I need to know how to evict them.  Would any of you like to come to my classroom and make sure they're all gone?  Please?  Will you at least say a little prayer that they won't show up while I'm getting my teach on tomorrow?  Because the last thing the children need to see is me losing my mind over a mouse.  Maybe you could even try to comfort me with a critter story of your own.  One that ends with you being victorious and never having critter problems again.  Because I love happy endings.