lesson plan

The assignment for Mon morning is to make a lesson plan. So I figured since I feel like blogging, and not like making lesson plans, what would happen if I do it here. So I will. First, I have several saved in a file, which I found online earlier last week. But I don't think I will post them here. What's the point. I'll just talk about it, since that seems to be the way I think. Er. Write about it. I think I'm talking to someone?

I'm tired! This afternoon my whole goal was get the kids home, make dinner, kids would read, shower, go to bed. I'd do some homework. Then tomorrow was going to be, take kids to school, go paint, paint some more, go get kids, rinse and repeat. Does it never turn out the way I plan?

So instead, my day was, get the kids home, wait we need to mail a bill. Oh and bring the rent check. Oh look there's your brother walking home. Maybe we can pick him up. Oh he didn't see us, no he saw us.. Well lets go buy stamps. Okay where's your brother. He must have just gone home. So lets bring the rent check to Mr. R. Now we can go home.

It's impossible to squeeze by the downstairs boy's girlfriend's Jeep when it's parked up against this iceberg that seems to have grown up around the side of the garage. I need some exercise anyway, lets chop ice. Chop chop chop. Think of tactful ways to leave a note for her to park elsewhere from now on. Chat with her really nice boyfriend. Decide not to leave note today. Go upstairs after shoveling 5 inch thick ice chunks out of sidewalk (keep in mind there is still a 2 foot wall of snow on either side of the sidewalk. We can walk out on the snow in the yard, which is at least that deep if not more in some places.)

Go inside, notice Mr. C has been working on a construction project in the kitchen. Including sawing wood. With a saw. In the kitchen. Also sawing one of the kitchen stools. (That was an accident!) Lucky they are plastic and bought on clearance. Because there are saw marks. In the seat of the stool. But not in the child. Lucky for us, there was no blood. Involved. In the sawing. In the kitchen. Of the wood. Can you tell I was surprised? Because he really did saw through some wood. I think that's when I noticed I was tired. Right there.

Then I helped him clean up the mess. And yelled a little. Then I cooked the dinner. Fed them dinner. Looked for dessert. Why should they get dessert? I don't remember how that happened. Okay so I have pumpkin. So that must mean I could make pumpkin bread. Look a pumpkin bread recipe in the microwave. (Don't laugh.) So I made it. It took about three years. Then it was cooked in 2 cup./12 minute increments. In a measuring cup. But they enjoyed the pumpkin bread. It was quite rich. I have a stomach ache. Because the dinner before that was delicious as well. I wholly recommend Everyday Foods recipe for sweet & sour pork with vegetables. The steak & onion sandwiches were wonderful as well. Great job Martha's Minions.

Here is today's photo. This is Squishy. We went to the mall weekend before last and when he realized we were there where the Squishy's are, L. begged and pleaded in the most logical fashion imaginable. "Please please please can I get a Squishy? Everybody in the class has one and I'm feeling left out."
Where can we find a Squishy? Which store are they in?
They're by the main doors!
Which doors are the main doors??? There are only about 20 entrances.
Well we'll find them. Okay.
So we find them. In a vending machine. Also a certain oldest brother bought... well several tattoos were bought for a little brother... and they were all girl tattoos.
Who knew a Squishy was $0.50? I wanted to buy him ten Squishys. Geesh, to be able to say in a perfectly calm voice, "I want one, everyone else has one and I'm feeling left out" really tugs at the mommy's heartstrings.

Speaking of eloquent. After we discerned that no, there were no conferences yesterday, we drove home and pulled up to my garage door and the discussion turned to "I wonder what they really did tell you over the intercom? Because I left a stupid message on the school's voicemail which is going to make no sense at all in light of this discovery!"

"They betrayed me!" he wailed.
Okay I'm up past my bed time. I set an alarm to tell me to go to sleep. And it went off 30 min. ago. Good night.