Grading zombie

My three-year-old has an ear infection.

This may not seem like much, but for him it is a world-shatteringly big deal. He needs medicine at night, and snuggles all day, and we watch lots and lots of Cars (and Cars 2).

I also teach every day for the next few weeks. If you see a full-time teacher, give them something nice--cash, maybe, or a chocolate that can give them a bubble bath and a massage, because they work so hard.

Worst thing, though, is the grading.

The 6-8-page argument essays nearly killed me. I'm pretty sure that the 27 analyses on Thoreau's "Walking" that I picked up today and have to finish in a single weekend will finish the job. Hopefully I'll come back.

Because if I do reanimate at the end of next week, the madness will be over! Well, probably. Once three-year-old's immune system finally wins the siege. And I catch up on sleep. Until then...

THIS is pretty accurate. At least I still know the letter B, right?

Wedding!

Today was a super-busy teach-lunchforkids-school-write-shopwithkids-wedding kind of day. But in the best possible way.

Here's all the boys on my husband's side of the family. (My husband's the one with the most facial hair right now--but they can all grow some impressive beards when they want to!)

Here's the girls, plus my little shadow (I'm on the far left, and that's my three-year-old, who was being the cutest I-can't-let-go-of-you friend of all time)

Good food, good friends, good family. Hopefully it's worth getting our six-year-old to bed a couple hours late on a school night...