posted on: Friday, February 8, 2008
I have 40 papers to grade. I have a teacher breathing down my throat because he wants them done by Tuesday even though I just got them today. I have a son who doesn't believe in entertaining himself.
This afternoon was beautiful. I was mentally prepared for an evening outside where I would get to grade papers and enjoy the sunshine while my perfect child would play by himself. Of course things didn't go as planned. I was interrupted several times during the FIRST paper. He then found a cookie on the floor. It seemed homemade, pretty harmless. I knew that it would take him 5-10 minutes to finish it because he would get distracted and walk around with it. That meant that I would be able to finish the first and potentially even the second paper of my grading saga. So I let him eat the cookie that I didn't make and that some other kid lost outside in the common yard area. In my defense I did say a silent blessing on the cookie while I was grading, praying that the baker of the cookie didn't poison it, or that the kid who had taken previous bites wasn't terribly sick, and I even prayed that since Enzo had found the cookie on the floor (I didn't see the exact location) that it was on a clean dirt area instead of on top of some deer poop.
But I didn't let him lick the yogurt off the ground even though he really wanted to and it would of given me easily another 5 minutes to grade. So there, I still think I qualify as an excellent mother.