Two More Days . . . But Who's Counting

That's right, I have two more days of teaching. I think it gets harder as we get closer to the end because I know I'm almost done. There's just a point where I'm tired and all I really want to do is sleep. That point is Friday.

The very best thing is that today I gave my last lecture of the summer. So happy! Tomorrow we are doing an all stats day, so it won't be difficult. Then Friday is all wrap-up.

Honestly, what I'm looking most forward to is having some time to actually do some work. For some reason people have been wanting to have meetings in the afternoons. And then I end up working at night. So my days are much longer than I really want them to be. Am I complaining, yeah a little bit. And it's not so much that I have to work, it's the look the little j gives me when I say, "Okay, for a few minutes, but then I have to grade papers." And I've gotten that look many times over the last six weeks. I think it is compounded because Big J has also had to work at home in the evenings and on the weekends lately. Usually she is good with it, but it's been a lot lately, so I don't blame her for being frustrated.

In some ways, however, it is good because it forces her to do things on her own and not rely on us to do things she should be able to do by herself (e.g., pick out what clothes she is going to wear). I often worry that we do much for her. She's awesome with somethings most of the time, but then there are times that she will insist that she couldn't possibly do something on her own that she has done many times over. Big J and I both grew up doing things on our own and we just don't get it. Therefore, I can only describe it as something that we have allowed to happen.

Okay....celebration of two days has devolved into rumination on parenting choices....good stuff man.