Two busy days.
No home yoga, but still sore from Thursday night’s class! Lots of shoulder work this week-just what my cranky neck didn’t need.
Dad’s still sick…now the doctor says it’s not shingles. He’s had whatever it is for a month. Mom wanted to know if anything was new. I said, “Nope! All is well here!” Didn’t mention my doctor appointment to her. Hopefully the ultrasound Tuesday will show nothing so she’ll never need to know I even went.
Just remembered I forgot to pick up the PTSO money for deposit. SHOOT! Will have to do that Tuesday, since Monday is a holiday.
Strange dream last night. I was teaching special ed in a new classroom. Steph was my assistant. One girl was in the front row crying during a lesson–LOUDLY–and driving me crazy, so I asked Steph to take her out until she got herself under control. Started to wake up realizing it was Baby Boy, crying in his crib. Weird.
A Half Hour a Day 
I see a short story in your dream. “I kicked my baby out of class”. It will be a Newbury Book Award winner!!
Or better. I kicked a special Ed kid. Kicking a student always creates alot of buzz.
Dont worry about your 1/2 hour a day. I understand. You rock.