...the class bear is ruining my life.

This week we've had the chore privilege to care for Felpsy's class bear. We have to cook special bear meals for it, read special bear books to it, and journal his every move. Do I not have enough to do? I know, I could be journaling instead of blogging but I have to come up with a story about what we "did" over the weekend. I doubt that a journal entry saying "I learned the phrase 'Felpsy pick up the damn bear'" would be appropriate for pre K.

Anyway, I have to go find the bear, read his special dietary needs for the morning and download the Cliff notes of the bear books so that I can feed the info to Felpsy in the morning on the way to school.

Is there a Nobel Prize for parenting, because I think I'm blowing the rest of you all out of the water.