1. My face permanently looks like Jeff Dunham’s Walter these days. I graduated from RBF at least 100 coronatine days ago and have slap given up on even trying. If I’m scowling, I’m scowling, at this point. It is what it is.
2. I had a slight curriculum meltdown today because the MBtP Facebook group had some people saying they were using the curriculum I’m using for 5th grade for 4th grade. I had visions of my kids showing up to their next school (presuming we move this summer as projected) and all the other kids being like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW NUCLEAR PHYSICS? WHAT ARE YOU, AMISH? I will be blatantly honest that I don’t understand the state curriculum standards as compared to the standards they’ll cover this year in their set. I am going to have to get out my monocle and really dig in to see if I can make heads or tails of it all- like STAT. Jerry suggested that we just do 2x the work the first semester and get through it all by December and then pick up with the next set. That plan looks fantastic on paper. You know what else looks fantastic on paper? Communism.
3. Tonight I needed a few minutes to unwind alone so I went upstairs to take a bath. I felt a little like Momma Bear when I came upstairs and found Clara in my bathtub. I ushered her out, drained the tub, located my bath bombs, and settled in for a nice relaxing bath. Laurel came sliiiiding in the bathroom on the water Clara dripped everywhere the second she heard the water running. She stripped down to her underoos and did her best Nancy Kerrigan impression all over the bathroom floor while I tried to relax. The American judge gave that a 0.0. I know one day they won’t want to be with me all the time and it will make me sad, but surely there is some happy medium between barnacles and the illusive blobfish. I’m not even that fun of a person just in general. This coronatine has been a LOT of togetherness. I have buckets of things to be thankful for, but I really really really would like to add pooping and bathing alone to that list.