My day starts at 4:53. Why 4:43? 5:00 wasn't enough time. I always seemed to be running 7 minutes late. So, 4:53 it is.
My morning starts with a power outage. This is the first time ever that I had to get ready for work by candle/flashlight. As we are getting ready to leave the house, the power comes back on. That's irony hard at work.
I drop one of the boys at my parents' house and make my 15 minute commute to work. My other son is going to work/school with his dad. Today my husband is working at my son's school. How convenient.
I arrive at work 40 minutes before necessary and make copies. I found that making copies first thing in the morning is most efficient because I don't have to wait in line.
Today I'm doing a lot of group work and we are using the group role necklaces that I made last year. You can read about those here.
In Algebra IB we are working on applications of linear equations. Tomorrow is the test, I'm not sure about this though.
Since the power was out this morning, I didn't want to stand with the refrigerator open rummaging for something for lunch. Poptarts it is.
Throughout the day I get to view these flowers that my parents so thoughtfully bought for me. Thanks mom and dad!!
After school, I met with two Computer Programming professors from LCCC about making some of my classroom games digit. We decided to move forward with Bounty Hunter. In about 3 months their college students will start to program my game. They are giving me a team of 4, 2 programmers and 2 artists. I am so flipping excited about this that I am ready to jump out of my skin!!! The game is about slope so keep reading this blog for updates.
Seriously, I need someone to just slap this type of food out of my hand. Poptarts for lunch and now this. I wish I had time to run today.
Before putting the boys to bed, we do a little light reading.
Now it's my turn to unwind, a little zombie annihilating action....
...and I need to keep up with my book club pick this month. So far so good.
As I'm starting to fall asleep, I hear the light pitter patter of 3-year-old feet. My husband is at the fire company for drill so his side of the bed is empty...but not for long.