Walking Backwards

With the snow day yesterday, it seems the weekend is already upon us, when it actually starts tomorrow. Having today feel like a weekend made getting out of bed this morning even more difficult. I don't know why, but my bed is even cozier and more comfortable in the winter than at any other point in the year; the sheets seem softer, the mattress cushier, and the pillows fluffier. So, you see, this new level of comfort is difficult to tear myself away from. Especially when I am getting up to drive through rush hour traffic in freezing temperatures so that I can be "helping parent" in my son's preschool classroom (damn cooperative preschools!). The class itself isn't too bad, and when I arrived I discovered that over half of the class was out today making my job loads easier, but the problem that I have with helping at my son's school is my son himself. When I'm there, my son is the most horribly behaved child on the face of the planet. Really, I am not over-exaggerating on this and I have the scars to prove it. He bites, he claws, he gnashes, but only at me and only when I'm in his preschool class. It is almost as if he is feeling the need to defend his territory or that he needs to show his three year-old friends that, yeah, he knows how to keep his parents in line. So now I drink beer and begin the slow process of bracing myself for the helping parent shift in January. I can't wait to get back in bed.