Homework

I helped Younger Daughter with her math homework! It was about geometry - angles - and I failed high school geometry (but managed to get an A in summer school). The angles corresponded to letters, answering jokes. By figuring out the punch lines, I was able to help her determine which angles were which. Go, me!

Older Daughter: "Throw your cold coffee out, Mom!"

Younger Daughter: "Throw your mom out!"

Older Daughter: "Don't throw Gramma A. out. She's nice! Besides, I think she's still good; I don't see any mold on her."

Yes, my daughters are as crazy as I am.

And another busy week in pre-K comes to an end. Boy, am I glad it's Friday! It's been a good week, just crazy. Today, I was fortunate enough to be in a room with a student teacher from our local college, so I mostly served as backup.

This afternoon, at 3:10 (kids start getting dismissed at 3:30), we had a fire drill. At the end of the day, on a Friday! But it went just fine.

I am hoping to go to bed early. Younger Daughter is going to a middle school dance, and is very excited. She is getting a ride there and back with a friend's dad. (She and her friend, a boy, are not going TOGETHER. It is not a date; they are not even going as friends. They are just carpooling. LOL.) She is parading around, announcing, "I am sex-see!" Should I be worried?

One thing about being a teacher:  we always know when there is a full moon because the kids are off the chain. I had three-year-olds today, and I've been in this class before. They are a good group of kids, but today they were off. They were acting crazy and not listening ALL DAY. One little girl started jumping on other people's cots at naptime, then running around the room. When we came in from recess, she wanted to stay outside and have me chase her. Then when it was time to go to the bus, she refused to go, so I had to pick her up and carry her to the bus like a sack of potatoes. In the process, I wrenched my already-injured right knee.

Another little boy peed his pants at naptime, but he was pleased that it didn't get on his Spider-Man shirt. The assistant told him, "Spider-Man never pees his pants!" So he wants to be more like Spider-Man in the future. Hey, whatever motivates him!

Another thing about being a teacher is that we get injured A LOT. I like to say teaching is like pro football:  100% injury rate, but without the high salaries.

After school, it was time to take Younger Daughter to a doctor's appointment, then go to the grocery store. Still ahead: laundry and dinner. Woo-hoo my life is exciting! NOT. It's a tough job being Super-Mom, but someone's gotta do it! =)