It's Late...

I just found out this morning (Tuesday) that I have an all-day meeting tomorrow, so am still up working on lesson plans.  Ugh!

The good news is that Rebecca, my tutoring student, who volunteered to go first on the college-level assignment (for a Sophomore) that we were working on, got a B.  We'll take it!  We didn't have nearly enough time to work on it, but she really gave it the ol' college try.  I'm content with that.  I think she is, too!

I found out this morning that the elementary and middle schools will NOT have summer school this year.  Pshaw!  I was counting on that money!

Meg came home late and stressed.  She had had NO lunch break....in fact, no breaks at all.  When she took the kids to the day care gal this morning, Miss Shelly wanted a note from a doctor indicating that Ryan's red eye (from being poked) isn't pink eye.  At the end of the day, she said that could wait...but there was another problem.  Ryan bit another kid today.  He didn't break the skin, but he left a pretty good welt.  (The other kid threw a tricycle at Ry.)  The message, however, was clear:  Ryan will be kicked out of day care if the biting continues.  That would not be cool!

I fixed braised round steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans for supper (plus fruit for the kids), but since everyone was late getting home, it wasn't a great suppertime.  The pattern seems to be that the children come home crabby and hungry.  So does Meg.  After we eat, things settle down a little bit while the children lobby for things to do.  What they don't understand is that by that time, it's bath and bed time!  Meg had an online training session of over 100 pages to read and respond to...so I did the bath and bedtime routine with the children.  They are at least clean! 

I got a 15 minute nap this afternoon before the phone rang and woke me up.  Attempts to go back to Slumberland after that just didn't work.  Some hapless salesman showed up at my door at the beginning of dinner.  I'm afraid I wasn't very polite...  Do I care?  No......

The Dayton Hamvention rapidly approacheth.  My dear friend Patrick told me that he is being primed, after tests, for heart surgery to repair an aortic aneurism.  He can thank his pneumonia for their finding that!  He is scared out of his mind...and I don't blamehim...but he has been checked for so much over the last year that there can't be too many more surprises. Depending on the timing of the surgery, I plan to be there.

I am way overdue for bed.  Good night, dear friends!