They for sure don't really trust people and aren't ready to be adopted but I am REALLY hoping you are right. They are a little big so things are stacked against them in the adoption corner already. If we can't get them to be sweet babies who like people they might never get a chance. 
@SabotKick72 Seriously not okay. I get we get quite a few days off more than the normal person, but if you have an event planned you do it.
If I was on her team I'd be telling her to go and I'd figure a way to absorb her class/classes with my teammates.
Honestly? I think it's simply because they don't know the kids as well as their classroom teacher should.
Solution.
They need to get to know the kids too... this is also possible.
I've made my "teacher" desk as small as I possibly can and still have a place to keep my shit.
On that desk I have a SINGLE PLASTIC WIRE BOX. One. On it is a sign that says "turn stuff in here" That is for my kiddos, but also for me. Every single piece of paper I get, any binders, books, WHATEVER gets put into that basket. Then on Friday after school I sit down with it and sort through it all. If it needs graded, it gets graded. If it needs put away, it gets put away. If it's important enough I still need it "out" but isn't immediatly going to be used it gets put at the bottom of the basket and starts the next week. My stack is usually about 7-8 inches tall by Friday.
This system:
a) Means that when I put stuff down it is (generally) in one place so I only have to look in one place for where I can get.
b) The kiddos know that they are ONLY to turn stuff into this pile. They aren't allowed to physically hand me anything or I //will// lose it.
It's worked for seven years now... but damn if that pile doesn't get HUGE sometimes.
Also.
I'm not allowed to RP again until I grade the damn pile of essays on my plate.
I hate essays guys. I hate them. Even if they're only one paragraph long. I. hate. them.
PIFT ON YOU. (Yeah, I know you were joking BUT PIFT ANYWAY. I am also joking here.)
Onnneeee more reason I hate grading essays.
And yet... every day, "How do I spell because?"
"Look on the word wall."
Someday they'll realize it's there.
Maybe.
Then again, it snowed today. So my 7-9 year olds were inside all day long. I'm very tired.
@RightMeow
... because you are going to slam them against hard surfaces for mile after mile?
I hope we cam do better than the lat generation did.
I'm about to call on my little girl again for this year too.
Let's talk about bruises. I bruise. Easily. Often. My overcrowded classroom (not because of the number of kids but more because of the physical layout and desks) does not help with this. I smashed my elbow hard against a thing and now have an inch diameter bruise there. My thighs are riddled with bruises from smashing into student desks as I walk normally about the room.
Bruises suck. I wish they came from something exciting.
NO HE WAS NOT.
And just to spite him I absolutely took out the trash AND vacuumed the cultural hall even though he insisted they didn't need done.
I want to know why this 8 year old out of the blue googled it!
I mean. She also googled, poop, trees, nekid girls, and hamsters. Why did the president suddenly appear!
My brother is in the hospital, and of course I am worried about him. But I am more worried about my mother. She has always been a supremely confident, organized, prioritize things and then get them done kind of woman. This seems to be the straw that broke the camel's back. She isn't cleaning the house, and can't prioritize at all. There is a major project due for her master's degree that she hasn't even started yet. For some reason she keeps saying that she HAS to clean my brother's house and get his handicap van fixed first.
If it was, "I am worried and I can't think," I would understand it. But instead she is latching onto these tiny things she can control vs a big thing she can control, then blaming them for her not being able to do the big thing. Honestly, my brother will probably be in the hospital for probably another week, if not two. His dog is a service animal that mom can take anywhere with her, or even have Dad come up and get. (They have 1/4 an acre of land for him to run around in, Levi would miss my brother but also be VERY HAPPY.) He doesn't need his place cleaned or his car fixed for a bit. Mom does need to get her project done right now.
I am very worried about her. My younger sisters and I can't do anything for her down there, so we came up and cleaned the main house. My elder sister went with her family and did my brother's house. It is all we can do. With the way she is fixating though I'm not sure it will be enough. I can't do her project for her, and since I don't hold power of attorney for my brother I can't do anything there either to ease her burden. I wish I could take the stuff she was juggling and send her to a library with a promise that I got it till she was done... buy I can't.
The only other thing I was able to do was go to church with dad today, then after he had left for his class I hunted down some of the ladies I grew up with and went, "Mom isn't okay, when she gets back please keep an eye on her," and then did the same in the Relief Society presidency. Mom will never ask for help, but maybe if someone is watching and preemptively steps in she can get help. I can only hope.
