Too Much Estrogen for One Room

I am so glad that school will be done in 24 days (but who's counting?). We had a faculty meeting this morning and let me tell you, crabbiness was in the air. We talked about many things, including playground supervision and consistency, which got plenty heated. In one corner, you have teachers like me, who believe kids need to be kids and that a little blood and bruises never hurt anyone. On the opposite side of the table are a few other teachers who will complain about anything they can, and who believe that Red Rover, Tag, and the lot are dangerous games. So, we got to argue about that for about 15 minutes.

Then we started talking about May crowning (a celebration involving the first communicants and Mary-Jesus' mom, not Mark's). Anyways, one of our 2nd grade teachers, who is totally anal-retentive, was talking to the music teacher about it. "So it will be very similar to how we did it last year, right?" The music teacher snapped at her, "NO! It will be TOTALLY different. It's at the church. And did you guys talk to Father yet about his part in it? Nevermind...I'll do it!" Wow! Talk about cranky! And don't tell the 2nd grade teacher it's totally different...now she's going to need a sick day to recoup from hyperventilating about it!

A few minutes later, we got talking about volunteer appreciation, which is set for May 19, 2 days before the spring program. Once again, the music teacher had a spazz. "Why wasn't I told about this?" They explained to her that the committee had only decided on this day yesterday and that after careful analysis of May's calendar, it was the only day that would work. "Well, what do I have to do for it?" They told her the only thing needed was to teach the kids a blessing song, to which she replied, "Well, fine, fine, I'll make it work. Fine..." Oh my goodness!

And the attitude continued from there. I was talking to 2 of my teacher friends after school about how the day went (including the meeting) so we shut the door. The 5th grade teacher barges in and is like, "What are you guys doing in here?" I told her that we were b***hing, and she was all, "No, really, what are you guys doing?" Um, hello, I just told you, so she left, went across the hall, and shut the door to b***h to the other 3rd grade teacher about us b***hing. Oh, flabbit (that's my new F-word, just so you all know). I know I've been telling you plenty about my class and how I am ready for the summer away from them, but now I am starting to realize, I need a summer away from my co-workers as well.
Well, most of them anyway (Heidi, Iliana, and Erin-no need to worry-we're cool). 24 days, only 24 days...