Classy

Yesterday:

My summer program starts today, and I have 13 students (12 is considered full but there was a miscommunication, and ... well, I got extra). Another class offered at the same time, covering virtually the same material, I would guess, was cancelled for only having 3 students. I think my "popularity" may have something to do with my class description using the word fun and inviting people who have never touched clay to have some (fun). So I am going to be cutting some things out, since I find that the bigger the class the slower it moves.

Yesterday's class went quite well, I felt, and one student didn't show, so that was fine. I has 12 students plus a man named Ryan (who should have been teaching this summer, but whose class didn't fill) as my assistant. Although my strong independent streak says I don't need no stinkin' assistant, I am grateful to have someone carry boxes of clay for all the students. My belly is quite large. In fact, when Annie (in Education) asked how I was going to throw pots on the wheel with the pregnant belly, I said "I just lean into the clay with it, we're going to be making lots of bowls." She gave me that same look Michael gives me when I make what he considers a bad joke.

I think Ryan is happy to be helping out in one way, this would have been his first class, at this venue, and so he took notes of what I said (how embarassing).

I had planned out so carefully Arabella's summer schedule of activities -- swimming and ballet -- to fit around my OB appointments and other commitments, so I have been REALLY ANNOYED to have gotten calls this week telling me first that the pool was still being fixed, so Monday's first day of swimming was cancelled, then that Tuesday was cancelled due to rain (outdoor pool), then that the Ballet class MIGHT get cancelled due to lack of interest and would she be interested in Cheer Camp instead? The only CHEER I want is the kind that comes in a bottle, but I don't think they are handing out Prozac to the mommies. I think Arabella thinks I may be having her on about swim class, since I have twice had to tell her, no, no swim class today, even though I told you we would. She has her swimsuit on, lets see how it goes. Due to their rescheduling I have already had to once reschedule my OB appointment for this week, since I knew there was no way to get Arabella out of the pool, dried and changed, and drive the 5 miles to the OB's office in under 15 minutes. Now with trying to reschedule Ballet, I may have to reschedule my OB appointment again. I'm sure they will not be amused. Good thing I am healthy as a horse ... um, brood mare.

I know it is my own childhood issues that make me really angry when things outside my control lead me to disappoint my daughter, and I try very hard not to confuse or disappoint her with raised hopes, but this really burns me anyway.