I'm back for a few minutes today, but about to go forth and torch a pile of dead stuff in a garden so Mr. D can till it up before it rains again. I've got this long-term subbing gig for a 2nd grade class, so all my writing time? Gone. Garden time? Vaporized. Errand-running time? Toast. Chore time? Demolished. Blogging time? Evaporated.
The 2nd grade class has been a real hoot. They're good kids, lots of energy and rowdy, but mostly sweet. We're managing to slog through most of the assigned curriculum and I devised a pretty fantabulous seed/plant unit for science. Next up: a health unit on nutrition. If it were up to me, we'd spend most of the day doing integrated science and reading and writing with a side of math. It's not up to me, though. I do squash most of the work in so we can have extra time to study bees and why their hives have hexagon-shaped cells. I do that by skipping phonics, which none of the students has complained about. (Don't worry, I'm a stickler for math and cursive writing still.)
When I come home after 3:00 I can't decide what hurts more sometimes, my feet or my brain. Wearing shoes all day long is a total drag. I walk in the door with Team Testosterone and we hit the ground running to baseball and doing homework and wrangling meals. I think this will last for one more week and then I'll resume whatever passes for normal around these parts.
Meanwhile, I really miss reading everyone's daily posts, so hopefully tomorrow night I can hunker down for an hour or so UNINTERRUPTED (did you hear that, boys?) and catch up on my reading.