Toni, Jen, and Madison

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Hk_-fOFTMk&feature=related

Okay, whoever so shall watch this video, will know my daily life Monday through Friday from 7-4.  This is my job and the time I spend with Toni (who I might add, is the only person alive who has the ability to get me through said job), Evelyn, Jackie and the 8 children in our care.

I came across this video as I searched for a muppet I could liken to Toni.  Toni is the teacher in our crazy, chaos filled room.  She sings the backup to the songs our children sing.  There's really nothing else to do when they sing, but give em a bit of back up.

I labeled the singer Madison due to the wild red hair and outta sight dance moves, but he actually sounds more like, say, Jared or Savanah.  But the singing and running away, then in their face, then running away--definitely Madison.  Then I thought of his touch of insanity and thought, oh, I don't know, Iris (mostly it was the stalker call at the end)? Or, do I dare say it...her replacement?

I love our classroom and I love having Toni to lead it--who else could?  She makes me not even mind so much being bitch-slapped by a 7 year old or being trapped in a bathroom with a child drooling on my head as I kneel to clean the uncooked pumpkin pie textured, knock out everyone in a mile radius odored poop from the entire lower half of his body and the surrounding floor.  Even being groped as I unsuspectingly lift a child into or out of a wheelchair and sometimes having poop, puke, drool, snot or food on my clothing is okay.  I don't mind as long as I have my Toni. 

Toni makes it all light.  She finds the fun in the most mundane, difficult, or annoying situations like diaper changing (really, Toni? you had children that you changed before working here?), school officials who spoke down to her and everyone else in our room (picture chin and lower half of mouth protruding while speaking like Thurston Howell from Gilligan's Island--Toni's impression makes even the children laugh until breath loss), and being beaten up by children under the age of 8--kicked, slapped, bitten, punched, spit on, and basically driven nuts.

Yup, it's all okay because I have my pink bull to sing back up.   And make me laugh.  And laugh with me.  And wonder, really? when someone calls us to say, "Mahnahmahnah."

Jen ;-)