Mama bear

We're now on day three of no school (stupid two hour delays!), and day two of Evan pretending to be a baby. It was cute for the first hour or so, but it's getting a little old today. Especially when he's laying on the floor pretending to cry, and in between sobs yells out "Mommy! You come get me!" I've tried to explain that babies can't talk, but I think that would be way too hard for him. Besides, he is also a baby who still uses the potty and eats cheese. I guess he's not willing to go all the way for his art.

We were supposed to go to a meeting today for kids with IEP's transitioning to kindergarten. Since our district is on a two hour delay and Head Start was cancelled (the meeting is at the Head Start building, though it has nothing to do with Head Start), I needed to call to find out if the meeting was still on. I've talked to three different people, all of whom know nothing about this meeting, but helpfully give me another person to call. I have no idea who else to call, and I'm this close to saying screw the whole thing. Yes, it's that kind of week.

Grady is leaking tears and snot and drool constantly, and he's just miserable. Every time I try to wipe his face, he screams bloody murder. I can't let it go though, all that dripping really grosses me out. The cold is rampaging through our house now, and I'm sure I will be next to get it. Luckily, it seems to be more of an annoyance than anything, so here's hoping we can get this over and done with quickly.

Now, back to the cave. It's going to be another long day inside for the little bears.