Red Ribbon Week: Wacky Wednesday

Yesterday was the day for crazy hair and hats. I thought, well, I don’t have a crazy hat, and I don’t really want to wear one anyway, so crazy hair it is. 

I really liked that unicorn hair tutorial on Pinterest, so I decided to do that. I considered doing a horn, but I didn’t really like it, so earth pony it was. When I was done, I added some pony ears to really complete the look. 

… Except everyone thought they were cat ears and now I’m the weird teacher who wore a fancy ponytail and cat ears for crazy hair day I mean what is wrong with her really? 

I meant to take other pictures of it BUT I DIDN’T so here is my Snapchat filtered glamor shot.


Red Ribbon Week: Snooze-day Tuesday

No picture today, but today was pajama day, aka The Best Day. I like waking up already dressed for work in my softest clothes. 

And yet, even though I woke up ready for work, I still left the house late … 


At Conrad’s preschool (which he calls “pretty school” because he is the most precious boy ever) there are these big rocks, and on these rocks are usually some fuzzy caterpillars.

When you’re a crafty person, and your kid is being especially adorable about something, you tend to want to make things to encourage more adorableness. 

Like knitting a fuzzy caterpillar. 

All I did was knit an I-cord around a pipe cleaner with eyelash yarn, but it turned out to be a little fiddly to knit. While I intended to make him a few caterpillars of different sizes … well, that’s probably not going to happen. And I’m probably going to take my time getting started on a replacement if he loses this one. 

Although, it is heartbreakingly sweet whenever he calls the caterpillars his “pretty widdle darwings” so making him an army of caterpillars does sound pretty tempting, if only to hear him say it over and over again. 

Oh my sweet boy. Please, stay this precious for a long time.

A Common Scenario for Teachers

Me, the week progress reports were due:
“ACK. Why did I wait until now to start filling out my grade book? Once I get this done, I’m going to set aside some time every day to work on my grade book so I’m never this far behind again!”

Me this week, with 9 weeks grades due in a few days:
“… crap.”

Me, embracing my procrastination:

Me, typing like a diva:

Me, leaving this post:


“I wish there were more hours in the day,” she lamented. “Then I could finally have time for my hobbies.” With a sigh she continued idly watching her friends’ snaps and half-heartedly double tapping their instagram pictures. Making the heart appear is at least somewhat productive, right? 


I’ve been feeling sick to my stomach all day. I haven’t thrown up yet, but I don’t know how much longer my tummy can feel like this before it decides that it’s done and forcibly evicts whatever is making it feel bad. 

Conrad hasn’t been so lucky, my poor boy. Mark is going to stay home tomorrow with him. 

Here’s hoping I can sleep off whatever this is before work tomorrow.