I messed up a box of mac-n-cheese tonight. This is an actual true story. I was just distracted and didn't stir so all the noodles are clumped together. It's kind of blah. Of course, the only reason I was making a box of mac-n-cheese is that my crock-pot corned beef didn't turn out that great. I don't know if it turns out that I don't like corned beef as much as I remember, or that I messed it up, but either way. It wasn't great.
Of course it isn't like the Offspring were gonna say, "Corned beef? Thanks, Mom!!" So, I guess dinner was doomed from the get-go. Some days are like that. Of course, teachers everywhere are experiencing the blahs, as we wait to see what all these changes will mean for the public school system. It's easy to get a little bit bummed when you recongize that people at the top don't value your blood, sweat and tears. Actually, that bothers me less than knowing that my students don't fit the demographic that seems to be important to our new Secretary of Education. It isn't like this administration is digging the immigrant vibe.
On the other hand, it is nearly Friday. After my class tonight, I will be able to breathe free for a couple of hours, until the next thing looms over me. There's always something else that needs to be done. I've got this pin I wear. It says, "What's next?" I can relate to it big time. Whenever I finish one thing, I think, "Okay, what's next?" I suppose that makes it possible for me to keep my head above water. Except, of course, when I totally blow dinner. I had big plans, but well, what can you do?
It is hard not to feel down on yourself when you blow mac-n-cheese, though. The Boy said to me, "You should've let me make it, Mama." Nothing like getting schooled by a 10 year old. He's a pretty good cook when he gets around to it. I pointed out to him, that he was sitting with his feet up and watching The Amazing World of Gumball. He didn't seem too interested in cooking at the time.
And now, the last hurdle of the day, a two-hour on-line class, and then the sweet embrace of sleep. Hopefully, I'll get those things right. But at least I got the blog finished for today.
Okay, what's next?*
*This line curtsey of Aaron Sorkin and The West Wing