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Day One of the Desk Remodel

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Remember I posted about my secretary desk?

Yesterday I decided that it was time to start transforming my desk. Like I said, I still have no idea about the final plan, or where it will live. But, it is time for me to focus on a project. So, here we go.

I came downstairs at the start of Hubs’ basketball game. I told him that I was going to go dig out the desk, and start sanding it. He said that I needed to strip it instead.

Me: “Can we go find some stripper tomorrow?

Hubs: “Sure, it can be our ‘Spending Time Together’ for the weekend.”

Me: “Will you do the dance?”  (I will have to try to get the dance on video, so you can all appreciate it!)

Hubs:  “Sure.”

Me: “Sweet!”

Fast forward to this morning.

We get into the car to head to Lowe’s.   We bought stripper and mineral spirits. We bought a couple of scrapers and brushes too, so I wouldn’t ruin my existing good stuff. And some protection from the fumes. Awesome gloves, mask, and goggles.

Gear

Mask and goggles. Ready to start!

So, I moved the desk out to the driveway.

Desk

The Before

I removed all of the hardware.

Drawers and hardware removed.

I emptied the drawers. Then I cleaned the hole punch confetti off of the driveway. Hubs killed the spider and eggs living on the bottom of the bottom drawer. I removed the dust and dirt from the desk.

Then, I made my first test of the stripper on one of the tiny little drawers. I figured they could be removed, and just be more shelves if I screwed them up. The stripper worked fine, but it gunks up my scrapers before I can even get them cleaned off.

So, feeling confident with my plan, I applied stripper to all of the small little spaces inside of the desk.

And then:

Rain!

The rain came down.

So, I practically threw the desk into the garage, at least as much as one girl can throw a piece of furniture. So, I started scraping the inner bits of the shelves. By flashlight, because our garage does not have enough light.

Flashlight Stripping!

After about 20 minutes of this, I could not decide if I was going to vomit, or pass out. So, I gave up and went inside. This is a project meant to be done in open air. My garage is not that!

Day 2 is next!

Hubs is Home!!!

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For everyone that does not know, Hubs came home from Afghanistan about 6 weeks ago. We decided not to spread that around, because we weren’t really sure what was going to happen. He came home because he was sick. He has been with the doctor, and is now as good as new! However, the doctor recommended that he not return. So, Hubs has officially been released from his contract, and all obligations associated with it.

Cause to celebrate? Absolutely!

Your Job is What???

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For those that do not know, I work in a day care center. My actual position is the After School Kids Teacher. But, for a couple of weeks, I am also the morning 4/K Teacher. My mornings are mostly calm. There are 10 kids in my class, and since actual schooling has not begun, I just try to teach them things that roll with their interests. This week, they were interested in one of my sign language books, so we learned to sign A and B and a couple of words that begin with those letters. I also taught them each the first letter of their own names. By Monday, who knows how much of it they will remember? But, a permanent teacher has been hired for them, and she will start in another week or so. After that, I will not see them too much any more.  😦 Sad.

My After School Kids, however, are a different story all together.  I have about 30 kids on my roll, though my ratio is 23:1, so never more than that.  In the first place, the State of South Carolina seems to think that one teacher versus twenty-three 5-11 year olds is a fair fight!  In the second place, they are absolutely failed to take into account that some of these kids have never been taught manners, compliance, or been disciplined in any way, shape, or form. It makes for some rough days. Add on to that the fact that some of the older ones think they are just too old, or too perfect, to need daycare, and some days, I want to pull my hair out! But, in the end, I do love my job. I love the kids. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Though… it would be cool if we got paid  a little more!!!

So, in the name of your entertainment, I bring to you, my craziest moment of the week. Drum roll please.

On thursday, I had a 6-year-old girl and an 8-year-old boy “get married” and then start kissing. After no less than 10 times of pulling these two kids apart from each other, I finally had to send one to another class.

Yep. I should write a book.