Doing the Math

I was just looking over my calendar for the week, adding up the numbers. It turns out that I have 13.5 hours of meetings scheduled for this week. That's thirteen and one-half hours. Of meetings.

Add to that three classes, 60 essays, about 150 pages of prep reading, three assignments that need to be created, one 4-H meeting, one dance rehearsal, one Family Math night, and assorted other commitments, and I think I'm going to be a dollar short at the end of it all.

Oh, and I still have to do taxes.

Well, That's True Enough I Suppose . . .

Today, as we were in the check out line at the craft store, the Boy and I had this little dialogue:

Boy: Mommy, you know how there is a really smart lady on Bones?
Me: Yes, but how do you know that?
Boy: You told me.
Me: Oh, yes. And?
Boy: Well, I bet people would say that she's born to do the work that she does.
Me: Because she loves it and is good at it?
Boy: Yes.


Then, about 20 minutes later in the car:

Me: So, Buddy, at this point do you have any idea what you were "born to do"?
Boy: Reproduce.

Just Another Manic Monday

I thought I had it all together. I put a GREAT dinner in the crockpot this morning.

After a long day at work, I bustled into the house at 5:45, with hungry children waiting, took off the crockpot lid, prepared to stir, and was greeted with a charred mess. Apparently, I had left it on high rather than on low. Dinner and the pot were both burned to destruction*. But at least I didn't set the house afire!

*And at least it was my old pot.