The story of my life this week is that of the purple pen. It’s time for grading student finals and editing proposal drafts.
Plus, of course, I have my “normal” daily work. So it’s lots of early mornings at work, frantic dashes from meetings to one task after another (after another, after another…) and late nights at home. I am beat!
This is what our kitchen table looks like most evenings. Bonus points if you can spot Bridget:
Last night she made it very clear that she’d had enough of Mama focusing on work/school/Facebook (did I really just type that?) and wanted me to fuss on her. She crawled on my lap, then off my lap, knocked my alligator clip on the floor, grabbed my papers and moved them around, walked across my keyboard, licked my arm and generally made a nuisance of herself.
It’s a good thing she’s so cute. It somewhat makes up for how pathetic she is.
The Boy says that I’d better get past this bit of madness or he’s going to take a page from Bridget’s playbook to get some attention from his wife!
Tale or Tale… what's the difference?
lol, how to know your tired … you don't see the typo until it's pointed out by a friend. lol