FISH

I am not a big fish fan -- fish tend to try to commit suicide around me.  My husband is (was) and maintained a tank for about 9 years.  Still, when we moved, we sold our fish and tried (repeatedly) to sell our tank.  We even put it on the street with a free sign.  No one took it.  

Lately, Girlie and Boyo have been lobbying for [insert whiny voice here] a pet of their "own."  That they don't have to "share with my baby sisters." 

So last week, while I was at the spa, my husband did this:

He let them pick out the decorations, rocks, plants...

Meet Girlie's Goldie and Sunny, Boyo's Cewpie, Henry, Jones, Junior, KK's Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and BabyBug's Poopoo and PWWWWWWWWWWWWWT.  

Poopoo has all ready gone to the great ocean in the sky.

My kids wanted to bury him.  

But the irony in flushing him down the toilet was too great to be resisted.  

Wordless Wednesday: Ice Cream For Dinner

Butterfly House

I am grateful. And Tired.

It's no secret that I work from home.  

This past summer though, I got something I haven't gotten in 4 years -- a summer off.  Well, calling it a summer is stretching the truth.  It was 4 weeks.  But still. 

I went back to work on the 14th of July to prep for my new position:

 

A regional lead teacher. 

I'll be overseeing 13 teachers in Ventura County, 350 homeroom students, and about 2000 content students.   

I'm grateful for the opportunity.  I fought hard for the promotion.  And it lets me work while still getting to see this: 

 

And help make Fairy Houses: 

And teach Math skills and Marketing to my second grader: 

 

And I have the cutest assistant on the face of the planet: 

 

But still -  a new position means new responsibilities.  It means my work day starts at 5am and ends around 10pm.

I'm grateful for my job.  I am passionate about teaching and the students and teachers I am going to help this year. 

But I'm tired.