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My little lady...

Well... I could say that I am absolutely enjoying this stay at home mom thing 24/7... but you know me better than that! Don't get me wrong, it's great to spend time with Allison, but remember I'm also trying to finish my Master's Degree too! I'm realizing that I actual multi-task better than single-task... this doesn't seem like a problem, but it is!!  I just figured out that in a classroom, although you might be teaching the same subject for 45 minutes, there are so many other things that happen in that chunk of time. I love that! I found myself trying to write my project proposal for my Master's class and had almost 9 windows open on my screen. I was trying multi-task while I wrote the paper...
Not sure that's really what needs to be happening here! Most of the windows opened were actually related to my project proposal which involves looking into why teachers don't collaborate well with each other (or "play nice in the same sandbox"). I am a " soup sandwich" at home! I learned that phrase from an ex-cop turned teacher I worked with in California. She described criminals she worked with who were just a mess- like if you were to dip a sub sandwich in a bowl of soup...

Here's to eating your sandwich and soup too!
Signing off Folks!



I just realized before publishing this post that I titled this post "My Little Lady" like it was mainly going to be about Allison... Oh well I'm keeping it anyway! And the multi-tasking continues...

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