They just got into their routines. They just got acclimated to the teacher’s systems. They just figured out where the water fountain was.And now everything is about to change (probably not the water fountain location though). A new teacher is going to come in and meet my sons for the first time and try to make sense of everything. And then in three or four months, the original teacher will be back.
My sons thrive on consistency. They love knowing that Monday is macaroni and cheese, Tuesday is soccer practice, and Friday is go out to dinner. They expect the expected.I started to think if we (as adults) suddenly had substitutes in our lives. What if you went to Starbucks just like you do every day, and instead of Starbucks there was some sort of juice bar inside. The guy would say, “Yeah, we’re gonna sub out coffee and have orange juice smoothies. Hope you don’t mind too much, it is just for today and tomorrow, then your regular Starbucks will be back.”
Or if you walked into work and some random guy in a suit was sitting at your boss’s desk, looking at his watch. “Hi, you must be MOV. Your boss will be back the Tuesday after next, but she did leave me this giant folder of new assignments for you. She said she might need you to work some overtime. Oh, yeah, she also said no more coming in to work late.”Or, you go to call your sister and some other woman answers. “Sorry, Oakley is going to be off for a few days, my name is Stephanie and I will be filling in for her. Did you want to jump right in with emotional issues from childhood, or would you prefer to fight over money?”
I don’t want to think about it anymore, it is making me mad. I grab my purse and zip out to my local sandwich place. I walk up to the counter and place my order:“One sub, please.”