What was I thinking?

On Tuesday night, I was sitting on the couch putting feedback on students' speeches -- papers in my lap and pen in hand.

Graham and I started talking about the next day and who would take Eden to the doctor. When he suggested I might need to work on my dissertation and he'd take her to the doctor, I thought, "I'm choosing to work instead of taking care of Eden when she's sick for the first time."

A bit melodramatic, I know. I knew logically that Graham would do a wonderful job taking care of Eden.

I started to cry anyway.

So we're sitting there discussing things. I told Graham that I needed to take care of Eden and take her to the doctor the next morning (definitely the right decision). Then, I looked down and saw the paper in my lap ...

I mean, what would you think if you got this back from your teacher?!!

When I have a pen in my hand, I always feel a need to draw. I just never realized I did it without thinking.

Yes, I redid the evaluation. Can't have the students thinking I'm crazy.