Why we didn't make it to class this morning

Last night, when I went to sleep, I had nothing but the best intentions. Really. Dreams of productivity and schoolwork danced in my head. And who needs a comfy bed anyway, right? When there are things to get done instead. Right?


But this morning came so early. Oh, when Ring Tone 5 went off, it was so early and so dark and my blankets were so warm. 


Sam is a riot when he's half asleep, and it didn't take long for us to form our dastardly skipping plan. And then go back to sleep. It was one of those okay let's get up, NO, yes we have to, no we don't, YES, final answer, no final answer, NO YES NO type of moments. You know how those go. 


What can I say, we're partners in crime. Although we probably kiss more than most partners in crime. To prove it: a kissing picture. Can you see the criminal intentions?

{right on the lips. the nerve.}

I mean, it's only Sam's mandatory class that he's skipping. And I don't necessarily have a class that's quite so mandatory this morning. And it's only this education that we're paying for and stuff. And we're usually so good at going to class. And now I'm trying to justify myself to the blinking cursor, which seems kind of silly, but that's how it goes at 8 in the morning.


In other news, the BYU Blogger Meet-up is on Thursday, and I am so stoked about it. Did I even have a dream or two about it? Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, make sure to pay your invoices and we'll see you there! 


And one more mostly related thing: I start full-time with the sixth graders tomorrow. I'm really quite nervous about it. You see, when I taught second grade, that was something. But the sixth graders, that's something else entirely. Let me just say that when I made these bookmarks for the second graders,

 they spent the whole day using them to make chomping noises on the corners of their pages and chomping their knees and fingers and all other chompable objects in the classroom. And I just can't see the sixth graders getting into something like that. But if you don't get into that, what is there in life to get into, you know?

Which is why I'm nervous for tomorrow.

Which brings me back to today, monster book marks, and blogging when I should be on campus. We can only hope that the rest of the day goes like this.

Myself looking weird at 8 in the morning, to provide evidence that I am indeed sitting at my kitchen table looking in a strange direction rather than getting things done on campus: