When I’m grading, the most magical PB ideas float in and try to derail me. It happens so frequently that I’m beginning to think my brain likes me being a workaholic.

My children want to go to the Scholastic book fair after school tomorrow, but my 8y.o. has a softball game.

I’m sure the coach will understand why we’re late.

Went back to work today. It went so well that I think I deserve the rest of the week off. Oh wait. It’s only Monday.

My first post! The pressure to impress.

Ha! Jk.

My last weekend of summer breaks LETSGO