Fabulous Friday, Also Known as Pi Day

I bet you thought that I hadn't posted because birthday debauchery had kept me from my computer. Nothing of the sort; I have moved my computer from the ever so convenient spot in the den, to the none so convenient spot of computer/craft/guest room.

My birthday weekend was so fantastic that I am planning on a repeat; Spring Break started for the princesses today, so they are off tomorrow on a fun-filled week at the beach with their aunt and grandfather. I am left here to labor and whine. (And whine and whine and whine.)

Today was Pi Day; for all you not so geeky math teachers, it was 3-14 (also Albert Einstein's birthday: how freaky is that?) so we had pie for math today. But not until I had worked this process through for an entire week. Circles, circumference, diameter, radius, how to calculate pi: by golly, the whole nine yards. My plans for this week were the best I have written this year. (FYI: My plans for next week - not so good). And today, we did circle graphs and percents to show pie preferences and we ate the hell out of some pies. I had 12 pies (okay, 11 pies and 1 cookie cake) in math today and we had a ball. Okay, I was sick just cutting them up, but my kids kept on eating. I had to stop one kid who had turned green.

Do you know what you get after you let kids eat pie for breakfast? Rowdy kids for lunch. So, after lunch, I played "Let's Make a Deal," better known as "The Quiet Game." For prizes. And, I actually had eight kids who won.

I also lost one of my geniuses today. He told me he was going to the bathroom, but didn't come back with the other kid he had gone with. I couldn't find him. I finally had to call the office. Apparently, he had taken it upon himself to go to the library, but, shhhhhh, don't tell Mrs. Teachergirl. I was so damned mad and scared at the same time, I turned his card to red (that's the worst thing that can happen to you) and wrote one hell of a note home. Nothing personal, little man, but don't disappear on me. I am pretty laid back, but if someone had stolen you, there would have been a huge problem. And that's what I told him. He was pretty mad about the note home, but by the quiet game, I think he understood where I was coming from. This is also the same genius who wouldn't get started on the writing test a few weeks ago. A little spoiled is what I think.

Spring Break can't come soon enough for me.

Homeward Bound

Nice as the beach is, I always look forward to going home. Not the actual trip, mind you, but the arrival. Well, not even the arrival, if Lawyerboy has been home by himself. And, yes, he has been home alone.

They should make a movie about him being home alone in the summer.

The girls and I never know what we are going to find when we get back.

He always has the air conditioning turned way up or off. (No, I can't explain it. He either likes it hot, or he thinks he is saving money.) There are always dead flowers on the kitchen table because they are leftover from our anniversary and he can't bear to throw them away. (Why does he think I can?) The mail is either piled up on the same table or it is still in the mailbox.
The milk is usually sour. We always try to drink it all before we go, but sometimes...

This year, he was working on a huge closing - one that would make the fall an enjoyable one, you know, tuition and house payments - and finally, Friday, he said that all the signatures were on all the documents and a closing date was being set. Well. Finally. I've been sweating this one, too. I don't know why, because I usually try to stay out of Lawyerboy's business, but this one has taken a toll on all of us.

But, tonight, it is no more beach water in our mouths and we will finally be able to rinse the shampoo out of our hair.

Tomorrow, we start on the next adventure.

Getting Ready to Go

Nothing is harder for me than getting ready to be away from the classroom. I know what needs to be done, but, my word, it is hard getting it all done. When I agreed to go away with PrepGirl for her Spring Break, I forgot that the Writing Assessment was going to be given the morning the day we are going to leave. Some bright bulb at the county decided we were going to give it on an early release day. I can scarcely breath just thinking about it, but we have to cram it in, plus feed them lunch and get them home by 12:15.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Well, I'm going to finish some plans and I am going to see the ocean for a few days.

Sounds great, doesn't it?