Today was officially my last day of school. The kids were done last Friday, but teachers had two days to serve because of excess snow days. Like that's our fault. We could have opted for eight hours of tutoring instead, to be completed by the end of next school year, but who wants that hanging over her head? Not Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, that's for sure. My time after school is to get my own work done. Tutoring can be done by those who choose to participate on career ladder. From the cadre of cohorts I observed up and down the hall, the majority of faculty shared my opinion.
The Pony spent the morning with his grandma, and I had a myriad of chores awaiting his arrival. First, we loaded several bags of trash onto a heavy cart. The Pony then commenced a wild ride to the dumpster. Not one to follow the rampish contours of the blacktop parking lot, The Pony slalomed that ill-steering cart down the grade with all the grace of a pig on ice. On the return trip, he thoroughly rammed both the outer and inner double doors. Note-to-self: Mr. Pony may require a special driving tutor.
Always one to mix business with pleasure, The Pony pulled down the projector screen to watch Ice Age while he worked. He climbed on chairs to stack science project boards on top of my cabinets. He stacked paper trays out of harm's way on top of the cabinets. He removed and rolled up butcher paper window blockers and stowed them on the cabinets. He cleaned out his snack drawer in the file cabinet. He poured out water bottles and trashed the plastic. He packed up DVDs. He carried bags to the car. And he finished watching Ice Age four minutes before release time.
He's an efficient little critter. If not a good driver.