Speaking of questions

I am getting ready to head out to my daughters parent/teacher conference this morning. I made a list for myself (thanks mom, she knows me so well.) of questions that I had been wanting to ask of her teacher. Had I not made this list, then my sitting in front of someone I am wanting to interogate would render me speechless. I have a problem with that. Anyone that intimidates me or I have some sort of issue with, feeling about, finds me cotton-mouthed and brain-dead. Every question I had going through my questioning mind, blows away as if it never existed. Frustrating. I am hoping it goes smoothly. That I can walk in, have a good conversation with her teacher and walk out. Inevitably though, I end up waiting for the inconsiderate ones before my appointment that decided to show up late, take more than the allotted time or just be plain rude cause they know someone else is waiting their turn. And then they wonder why their children are having issues?

2 hours later...

It went great. My daughter is doing amazing. Some subjects are about 2 grade levels above her own. I am so proud! :p Not only is she strikingly beautiful to me but smart ta'boot. There are a couple areas of concern, but she is progressing since last term and I am not one to push. I like it when she develops at her own pace. I even had the opportunity to talk to her teacher about the transition to Middle School, my concerns and what his experience has been. I think it will be fine. But I still don't have many answers about the "video" they are going to be viewing this month, about Personal Development. Apparently I can check out a copy of the video to watch myself. I am glad they offer it up to curious parents that do take an active role in their childs growth. Her teacher also made some photocopies for me, of stories she has written in class. I only had the chance to read one of them, before I got back to work, but her expressions in the one I read, were awesome.

Speaking of being back at work... I am buried. My boss heaped a bunch of stuff on me before he blew out the door, on such a beautiful day, and my pile looks like the leaning tower of Pisa. *sigh* I am really not sure where to begin, what to shuffle or which to push to the bottom of the pile. I wish I could work on better delegation...but who do you delegate to..when it is just you?