The Worst Case Scenario.

Note: Don't freak out, this is purposely vague, and I'm okay, Justin and I are good. I'm just processing.

Almost two months ago, I thought about doing something. I held off. I told myself I was stressed and put it off till my hand was clearer. I told myself I would do it after school was out if I still felt like doing it.

After school was out, I took a few days, thought it over and chickened out. I mulled it over for the next week or so, and still felt like doing it. I kept talking myself out of it. I wondered, Would there be a right moment? A perfect moment? Should I hold off? Or should I just do it?

Last night, I sat for a minute and weighed the pros and cons. What was the worst case scenario? The worst thing I could come up with in the moment wasn't the worst thing in the world. It wasn't ideal, obviously, but not devastating. (Since then I have come up with many, many worst things that could have happened.)

So I did it. It was dark, just after midnight. We were in front of my steps, basking in the glow from my porch light (read that sarcastically), and I did it. I decided that given the events of yesterday- that's a story for another day- I just needed to put my big girl panties on and do it. So I did. And well, the worst case scenario -that I could come up with last night- it happened.

The moment wasn't 'perfect' but it seemed the perfect moment to me. With a quick kiss, a whispered goodnight, and a longing 'see you tomorrow,' that was that. I went inside and went to bed.

This morning I woke up not upset, not devastated. It had been as I kind of expected, and I'm glad I did it.

Glad to know myself.

I guess the point is: the worst case scenario doesn't seem so bad when you've considered it beforehand.

The darndest things...

I have spent the past semester at a local elementary school working with children in first and second grade who have various articulation (sound pronouncing) and language issues. Over the course of the semester when the kids would say crazy things, I just jotted them down on scraps of paper, which I've been collecting for the past 4 1/2 months. Today was the last day that I'll be at the school, and I decided it was a fitting day (especially because of my lack of anything else super important to do).

The "wh" questions: 
Q: What holiday was yesterday? (memorial day)
A: Burger King.

Q: Who serves in the Army? (soldiers)
A: Blacks.

Q: Why do we go to the store? (for food)
A: To get some food so you won't get dead.

Q: Why do birds build nests? (to lay eggs, it's their house)
A: So they can poop out their babies.

The following are a series of questions with the same little girl:
Q: How do you know grass is grass? (it's green, it grows...)
A: Because Jesus made it.

Q: Okay... Who writes books? (Authors)
A: Jesus.

Q: Who puts out fires?
A: Je.... Firefighters!

Categories:

Q: Name 3 things that scoop?
A: Shovel, bull dozer, killer robot

Q: Name 3 types of flowers
A: I know all the flowers... Sand Flowers, Roses, Dandelions.

Q: What group is a couch in?
A: Fur.

Q: What can you tell me about Jelly Beans?
A: They come from bunnies.

Volunteered information:

When it was my birthday I polled the kids to ask them how old they thought I was turning (27).
A: 19, 39, 23, 13, 25, 21, 27? ("No, if she was 27 she'd be taller").

When talking about his dog who just had another litter of puppies:
"she gets married to a lot of dogs"

Girl: Miss Z, do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Yes.
4 girls: Oooooh!
Girl: What's his name?
Me: His name is Justin
Girl: Is his last name Bieber?!
Other girl: You're dating Justin Beiber!?!
Me: um, no.

Girl: Do you like Justin Bieber?
Me: no.
Girl with dreamy look: He's cute!

When I asked my favorite little boy why he was sad:
"I just wanted to do math..."

Boy: "I was born in the year of the monkey. That's why I love bananas."

When playing a game:
Me: I didn't tell you that, I was trying to be sneaky.
Boy with lisp: You're a Thneaky, Thneaky girl.
Me: Are all girls sneaky?
Boy with lisp: Yeah. Most of them.