I didn’t get much sleep last night, coffee is not helping, I have no neurons firing with ideas, all that comes to mind is; Wow I am so TIRED!

Tuckered out






I see an ugly paisley print curtain, doctors and nurses hurrying about treating their patients. A hospital bed with an unhappy patient sitting on the side, an unflattering hospital gown, jeans, and untied work boots dangling from his feet. (A sure sign I’m in the right room)

I hear medical jargon. It’s not pneumonia, it’s not bronchitis, it’s not the flu, but something’s not right, his numbers are too low, we’re going to try fluids and steroids. We are keeping him overnight.

I smell antiseptic, latex, blood, and some other things I prefer to ignore.

I taste the sweet fruitiness of the watermelon jolly rancher, I fished out of my purse to quench my dry mouth.

I feel the tug of elastic behind my ears, the bendable metal piece molded uncomfortably around my nose, the itchy cloth pressed against my chapped lips and rosy cheeks. All compliments of the mask I am now required to wear.

Pick A Side

North or South – you have to choose one!

When you become a staff member in our district it is very important that you establish which team you support…SOX or Cubs. Just to be clear saying “I’m a Chicago Fan” is not tolerated. It’s a rivalry among the ranks and for years the Southside had the bragging rights, but due to recent events the Northside has been riding high the last few years.

Our superintendent is a diehard Cubs fan and has had to endure many years of “maybe next year” and a visit from the Chicago White Sox Mascot at an opening day institute. Last year payback was finally to be had, I lost a friendly wager and had to wear a Cubs hat to opening day. Oh I forgot to say I am Southside through and through so it was blasphemy for me to don the red and blue. I can still remember that morning, I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, my heart racing, my stomach in knots, I couldn’t even enjoy my morning coffee. I thought about taking a personal day. The assistant superintendent, a Sox fan even jokingly offered to approve it. But alas I am true to my word and always honor my bets. So I pulled on my Sox jersey, black and white from the neck down and added the final touch of cubby blue on my head, it was hard to look in the mirror that morning but I did it. My name is Nicole and It has been 211 days since I wore Cubs attire.

Reptile Day

Reptile day in pre-k. We read books, looked at images, googled questions, came up with more questions, and had intense discussions about the guests visiting our classroom today. We were ready for a hands on reptile/amphibian/bug experience.

Oohs and Aahs echoed as the “reptile guy” brought in box after box. The boxes were black and we couldn’t see in them but the excitement built as each one was brought in.

The bugs were first, a hissing cockroach the size of my hand, a tailless scorpion that kind of looked like a giant spider because of its eight legs, and a scorpion that glowed when the black light shone on it.

Then came the bullfrogs, snapping turtles, tortoise, blue tongue skinks, and a black throat monitor. We were able to touch their bodies, hold them in our arms, feel the flick of their tongues, and feed the tortoise.

And for the grand finale….snakes. There were small colorful snakes, two larger pythons, and an eighty pound anaconda. I am not afraid of snakes but they are definitely not my favorite. However when you are trying to convince twenty five little friends not to be afraid you have no choice but to embrace the snake. I was given an anaconda hug.

Unwelcomed Pest

I saw you hovering when my basement flooded, I had no energy to deal with you then.

I saw you by my door late last night as I headed to the bedroom to sleep, I prayed you would go away by morning.

I saw my husband leave for work and didn’t hear a sound so I knew you must have left.

I didn’t see you in the morning sun, I looked everywhere and thought, thank you for answered prayers.

I screamed as I saw you slither in on the floor as I turned on the shower.

I felt bad as I squished you with a shoe, yelling you’re not ruining my shower.

Rest In Peace my thousand-legged friend you won’t be missed.

Posen ❤️

Tonight my parents received a plaque honoring them for 43 years of business, service, and friendship to the town of Posen. Posen is where my mom was born and raised and my dad soon followed and built my childhood home with my grandfather. Posen is what made me me, when people ask where are you from, Posen is first on my tongue even though I moved away years ago. My parents owned two businesses for forty three years, my entire lifetime. They are well loved and staples of the community but on March 25, they will retire and sell the last property they own in Posen. Today was bittersweet, the crowd at the meeting to wish them well reminded me of just how much my childhood town meant to me and still means to me. Instead of coffee and cake the mayor and trustees came to enjoy one last drink with my family. Cheers to a Happy Retirement and unforgettable memories.

No Drive Thru Breakfast Today

My day usually starts at 3:30 am with a kiss goodbye and a have a great day, then I rollover, curl up under the warm blankets and drift back to dreamland until the silence is broken with the awful screech of my alarm shocking me awake at 6:00am. That’s a typical morning but every once in awhile I get to wake to the smell of bacon drifting through the air, my Dunkin’ Donuts coffee brewing in the Keurig, and blueberry waffles waiting for syrup. Today was one of those fabulous breakfast at home and not a drive thru kinda day. It doesn’t happen often but when it does Its wonderful. I love when my husband has a late start for work.


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