I had 9 meetings today - meetings for which I had to prepare a lot of paperwork, and meetings that required a lot of mental presence because they were with parents who fired out lots of questions, plus they were back-to-back, every half hour, all.day.long.

I have 4 more meetings tomorrow, for which I have even MORE required paperwork (does the government think that I think they really read all the paper I produce? Because I'm smarter than that.). I have 4 reports to write, 1 IEP to produce, then 6 more reports and 1 more IEP for the day after tomorrow.

And I really suck right now because I'm watching Food Network, blogging, and catching up on celebrity gossip instead of doing my work for the moment. That means I'm going to be up later than I should be, and probably up earlier in the morning that I want to be, in order to make up for my current procrastinating (oooohhh!! Idol is starting!!!). It's all a little frighteningly like college.

But my bedside table is littered with notes from my 6 year-old that say things like "I love you," and really, that's enough to make just about anything in life worth whatever it takes to accomplish it.

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I looked through A's bookbag yesterday and found a note from his teacher that talked about an "unfortunate incident" that happened in the class yesterday. Apparently one of the kids used a "very foul" word during their work time.

me: A, there's a note in your backpack from your teacher...
A: (recalling the terror that befell him earlier this year when he had a note home addressing his behavior)...What?
me: Well, I guess something happened in your class today. What happened?
A: "X" said a bad word.
me: (thinking furiously to come up with a way to have him tell me what word was said without him actually having to say the word) ummm...can you tell me what the word started with?
A: Yeah. It started with "f". And it wasn't F-A-R-T.