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Today is Grandparents as Learning Partners day at kindergarten. I love that idea. I’d love to write a whole essay on the importance of grandparents as learning partners, to deconstruct the concept, to cite research that promotes cross generational involvement in the education of our young. I’d love to use this as an opportunity to publicly celebrate the fact that my children have five very involved grandparents and six only slightly less involved great grandparents.
It’s remarkable. I know.
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But I can’t do any of that today. Because its 7:37 and I’ve already seriously stressed myself out.
So let’s focus on that, shall we?
This morning, I have a big deal meeting. I’m in charge of developing a social studies curriculum for the remainder of the year that 250 9th graders are dependent on.
Not really. I need more prep time.
Fortunately, my in-laws spent the night last night so they could attend Grandparents as Learning Partners at kindergarten this morning.
As wonderful and meaningful as this is to my 6 year old, it’s even more so for me. Because Grandparents as Learning Partners means I’m off the hook for Crazy Pre-Workday Morning Routine.
Translation: This morning, I did not have to be responsible for anybody but myself.
Just let that sink in for a second.
So, I took an extra long shower. I both washed my hair and shaved my legs. Let me be clear: THAT NEVER HAPPENS. I usually have to make Sophie’s choice when it comes to matters of personal hygiene.
It’s painful but it’s true.
I had my coffee, checked my email, cuddled with my children and then left my house at 7:10. No seriously. I was on my way to workat 7:10. And 7:10 provided me with a whole extra hour to prep for my meeting.
Except that as soon as I reached the subway platform, I realized I left my materials at home.
I retraced my steps back to the house. I grabbed my materials. I returned to the subway platform.
A half hour of my life.
Because I’m a pain in my own ass. And because things keep falling out of my head.
I can’t even appropriately take advantage of Grandparents as Learning Partners.
Now I have 30 minutes to prep for my meeting. I could have had an hour. Or I could have snuggled with my kids for an extra half hour. Instead, I managed to waste my own fucking time.
But who needs time anyway? It’s such an overly hyped commodity. Chocolate, on the other hand, is gravely under-recognized.
Perhaps today Chocolates as Learning Partners would work better.