Waiting game

It has been a long week and next week will be even longer. I returned home last weekend to see Grandpa after his surgery, all was well. Now he has multiple things wrong and it doesn't look good. I dread the sound of my phone ringing. My mom calls with worse news each time. I hate the waiting. I keep praying, but know that things are not good.

I am in a horrible mood and can't be calmed down. R is doing his best not to piss me off, but M doesn't understand that mommy is not good. She doesn't mean to act like a two year old in church, she's two, duh, that's how it will be. I should expect her to act out and whine when church goes over. She was super for the hour, but when it goes over one hour, she's done. She didn't throw a fit, but she screamed a little. What I don't get is when the heads crank around like owls to see who made the noise. Our pastor could care less, he's used to it, but the stares from the others just does me in. Why do people stare? I try super hard to never look that direction because I know how it feels. I just think it's rude.

M is taking the longest nap ever today, almost four hours. She must really not nap well during the week at daycare. She does take a nap, but it's not home.

I have a ton of papers to grade. I'm frustrated there too. Six out of 30 turned in their work on Friday in one class. They wonder why the don't pass. Gee, let me think. No work, no grade. I spelled out effort and told them to look it up in the dictionary. I should make that an assignment, oh wait, they won't do that either. I want them to be successful and they totally don't try. They want to just pass and expect me to give them the D-. I don't give grades, they are earned. I can't grade what I don't get. My favorite thing is that they keep asking for extra credit. They don't do the assignments, are they seriously going to do extra work? I highly doubt it.

Anyway, I guess I will grade some more papers while M takes her nap and I wait for the inevitable phone call from Mom.

CDR