Happy Birthday Daddy

It's my dad's birthday and I miss my family. Hi family. I miss you.

I got back from the teacher's meeting at 9:45. Do you know that that means I spent more than twelve hours at work today? Holy toledo! My boss pays for our overtime at least so it's not all lost, plus we got free pizza. The pizza had potatoes and corn nibblets on it. I like both those things.

We didn't get anything productive done at the three hour meeting, as far as I can tell. The boss-man had three topics to cover; six and seven year old classes, why we have lower enrollment for the higher levels, and why a prospective teacher may have turned down the job. (We're hiring at my school in September if anyone wants a job.) None of which really apply to me since I have five year olds, my upper year classes are all low level and don't use the textbook he was referring to, and who the hell cares why the girl turned down the job. I did give him my mother's list of suggestions so hopefully we can implement some of the ideas. If not I will approach him again and make direct requests for certain materials.

Now I'm very tired because first, I was at school for over twelve hours and second, I may be coming down with a cold. I have a little bit of a stuffed nose and a headache.

Little Mindy came to school with a burning fever today. Wendy did yesterday. My kids are dropping like flies, but they're sent to school anyway.

Happy birthday pops.