There are three things

the end of the quarter brings (there are more, but I had to narrow it down a little).

1. Snappy comments about things...meow (I am guilty, but if you consider my blog title, you already know that). There must be something about an inordinate amount of stress that makes the claws come out. That, or we are so comfortable around each other that our true personalities are showing all over the place.
2. Parent teacher conferences. Watch in awe as I try to scarf down my supper, swallow a breath mint and maybe a Tums, and go to the bathroom in the 15 minutes I allowed myself for a dinner break.
3. Assessapalooza. Please count to 100 for me by 2's, 5's and 10's, read this story, answer the questions, do these 15 word problems (be sure to show your work), and read this list of nonsense words. P.S. I'd like to apologize to Social Studies for the last 3 days. We just didn't get to you. Sorry.

It also brings my favorite thing which is the chance to take a good look at where my friends are, how far they have come and of course where we are going next.

It's really hard

to discipline your child when they say something unexpected. Last night, I had tucked them both soundly into their beds and the Cubscout got up to get a drink (walk slowly to the fridge while trying to see what Mom and Dad are watching on TV/buy some time before bed, you know the routine). He went back to the room and I heard whispering (apparently, the Kindergartner was asking for the password for reentry). My DH looks at me and says, "You better go check." I got up and as I came around the corner I saw my daughter on top of my son with her mouth on his back (ala Hulk Hogan). I said, "What is going on!?" The Cubscout said, "She BIT me!" I called for backup. So we proceeded to get the story and when my DH asked, "Kinder, why did you bite your brother?" She looked at us for a minute and answered, "I was hungry." I had to leave as not to negate the lecture from Daddy by snickering. Apologies were given and beds were gotten into (again). When the DH and I debriefed in the living room he looked at me and asked, "What's it like raising a mini version of yourself?" So, I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to my mother.