My very busy week

Wow, this past week was insanely busy. I did not have a chance to post. Lots to tell, so hang on, this will be a long one!

First, let me address work. Once a month we have Professional Development meetings. To get enough time, we have early dismissals on the second Wednesday. On those days, I must teach my entire classload before I get a break. I normally teach periods 1-4, then have lunch and planning, and then finish the day with periods 7 and 8. On these Wednesdays, I have to teach all my classes and then get lunch and planning. After we get all our students out the door, we have three hours of meetings. This time it was actually a good use of our time, they actually gave us information that I could use right away. Much nicer than what I usually get, lots of ideas and no time to implement them. In addition to Wednesday's busy schedule, we had parent conferences on Thursday night. We got to teach the whole day and then stay until 6:30 that night to meet with parents. I ended up staying until 8:30 that night because I had so much to do and Andy already knew I would be coming home later. Once I got home, I had to still pump and correct more papers. By the time I got to bed, I had been awake for 20 hours; which leads me to my second subject.

BJ has been randomly sleeping well, waking up fussing and/or wanting to coo at me at 3 am. First the good news, he slept through the night on Thursday night (thank you God!) and I experienced as close to a good night sleep as I have had since October. I guess that was make up for the previous night in which he woke up a 3 am and would not go back to sleep (which is why Thursday was 20 hours long). On Friday, he decided to cry from 4:30 until 8, then sleep for four hours, wake up at 1 am and then get up to stay at 5 am. It is like he is a drug dealer and sleep is his drug. He gives me only just enough so that I feel good, lulls me into thinking I will get more and then takes it away!

MM is continuing to be creative. I continue to struggle with her using the potty, especially using the potty to go poo-poo. She has decided that if I do not want her to poo-poo in her diaper then she will poo-poo in her play room; I have decided her diaper is okay for now. She has made progress on her drawing skills, I just wish it wasn't my walls she is practicing on. Andy says that he does not sleep while he is watching the children, but the amount of art work I come home to tells me he is taking naps and not realizing it. I will say that Andy is ready to get back to work and I think MM is ready to return to full time daycare. He does not have the patience to put up with such a clever and energetic two year old. Case in point, last night she was given a treat: a small amount of soda with an ice cube (believe it or not, the ice cube was more the treat). After finishing the small amount that I gave her, she requested more. I told her that she needed to eat more of her dinner before she got more. Andy chimed in with his normal gruff "Get to eating!" (he is such a farm boy); MM looked at him and replied "Mommy already told me that," and started to eat more from her plate. I am in so much trouble when she is a teenager!