In addition to working toward my BA in English, I’m a preschool teacher. I don’t usually blog about this because if I started, it’d open a floodgate–what cute things each kid has done that day, etc. And of course, I want to protect the kids’ privacy. So I’ll just say “I’m a preschool teacher” and leave it at that.
I landed the job in September of last year, after our wedding date had been firmly established. It was shortly after that, though, that I discovered when the last day of school is: Yep, May 25th. If the wedding were in my college town, or the preschool were in Kansas City, you bet your bippy I’d be there on the last day. But alas, it just isn’t possible.
This really makes me sad. Many of my students will be advancing to kindergarten, so I won’t be seeing them again very frequently, if at all. It breaks my heart that I’ll be missing their last day; that I’ll have to say my goodbyes several days prior.
But I’m not just telling my sob story for pity… Did your wedding accidentally coincide with another big event? How did you/will you cope with it?
PS>OK I can’t get away without ONE cute story. Almost every day one of my students says “I don’t want you to marry Mr. Blueberry!” I keep trying to explain to her that I’ll still be at school and that nothing will change, but she is under the impression that as soon as I get married I’ll become a mommy, and will stay at home like her mommy.
PPS>This one isn’t wedding related, but it’s too cute not to share too. I’m only 5′2″, you know, and of course this doesn’t affect how well I do my job. But a few months ago one of my kids’ moms was talking to her about her school. She asked, “And is Miss Blueberry a good teacher?” to which her daughter replied “No!” The mom asked why, and the kid said “She’s too SHORT to be a teacher!”
Sorry, kid. I’m not getting any taller.
Kids are too cute! As for timing, FH and I were at dinner one night early in the engagement talking about maybe making his sister a BM. Five minutes later we get a phone call from my FFIL saying that FSIL is pregnant. A quick count on my fingers confirms that she will be 8 months pregnant at our wedding!! Sadly, she lost the baby a month later, but we haven’t asked her to be in the wedding party because we figure that they’ll be trying again and hopefully having success this time! Since the wedding is still 6 months away we didn’t want to put her in an awkward position of feeling like a blimp but doing it anyway just for us. Besides, she’ll have enough to think about without having to deal with me. As a way to still include her, my something borrowed will be her veil and tiara from her wedding last year