Substitute Teachers and My Need to be Loved By All

So many days when someone doesn't like me, I figure they have real issues. Like, there is one lady who decided she was so offended by something I wrote on my blog, but not brave enough to tell me what it was, she just sent me rotten hate mail to express her opinions. Pretty much I think she is lame and a weenie. Toughen up, I say! Also, you should only read blogs based solely on facts if you don't want my opinion. Clearly there is something wrong with that lady, and I am wonderful. She swears she no longer wants anything to do with my blog, so she probably won't be reading this wondering if I am talking about her. probably.

Anyway, today a little boy who usually loves me decided to play the punk card and landed himself in the principal's office. Now, those of you who know me know I don't shirk at disciplining my kids, nor anyone else's kids- neighborhood kids, school kids, grocery store kids-whatever. WHAT? If I were a black lady, you would expect it!

Because he was most likely threatened by the principal not to show his cutie little face again today, this boy was beside himself when I said to head back up to the office. I tried every form of discipline a teacher can pull, which frankly isn't much. Especially when I prefer to give a little backhand of love to my kids when they are exceptionally mouthy, which he was. When he started spitting on all the kids in the class I drew the line in the sand.

He left not liking me. Not liking me even a tiny bit. And, I find myself wanting to go find him and make him love me. sigh. It's different with kids, I have decided. I actually care if they like me.