Baby Girls

"You're Wrong.

Guys, you should go read High School by my good friend Annie. Her account is anniejohnshon24

I got new helpers every day, and we just decided that's what we'll do. I'll have helpers until I don't need them. Monday is Noah's day, Tuesday is Bailee's day, Wednesday is Gage's day, Thursday is Mrs. Scone's day. That day, everyone gets confused because when they say Mrs. Scone She thinks they're talk to her, but they're actually talking to me, so I just told them to call me Mrs. S.

Friday is today. I don't know whose day is it. Bradley sets it up.

It's first period already.

I'm reviewing everything already.

"I'm standing up." I say. "Don't tell Mr. Scone." I stand up and put my chair back.

It doesn't hurt since I've been down for a while. I'm going over bell work.

"Is it ASA?" Katie asks.

I have two Katie's. One in first period and the other in fifth.

"Yes."

"Why?" Jason groans.

"Because it has an angle, a side, and an angle."

He frowns. "Oh wait, that makes perfect sense! Never mind!" I smile.

"If it makes sense, tell me what number two is."

"Um..." he sighs. "I don't know.

I mark the one thing that isn't marked.

"Oh, it's SAS."

"Yes!" I grin.

I was on the phone with his mother for an hour yesterday because he's been doing horribly in math and she's worried. I'm working hard to make sure he gets it.

I draw another and draw a line down the middle. I mark the angles and hold the pen out until someone stands.

Justin stands and walks over to me.

"Um..."

"Don't forget to mark." I say.

He studies the triangle, and then marks the one side I didn't mark, the same side the EOC won't mark.

"ASA?" he asks.

"Yes." I say.

He goes and sits back down. I erase it off of the smart board. The door opens.

"Come on sissy! We're going to work with Mommy today!" Aubrey screams, excited. She pulls Skylar's hand, and Skylar drops another stuffed animal from her over packed wagon. It's old. It was mine at their age, and the wheels squeak, but I used to take it to the park when I was little with Bradley and Mom and Mrs. Scone and we would play tag, and then when we got tired, Mom or Mrs. Scone would wheel us back while we talked about what we would do after our homework.

My girls use it to put toys in so they can bring as much as they want. I step forward and pick up Lucy, Aubrey bear, which she can't sleep without. If she loses it, she'll flip.

"Hi mommy!" Skylar giggles.

"Hi." I say, confused. I'm about to ask them how they got here when Mom walks in, two bags over her shoulder, the box for the playpen from when they were babies being carried by Dad, and then Bradley, who's hands are full of all of the bears that the wagon left behind.

I blink a few times. Dad and Bradley set up the play pen.

"This is staying here." Dad says.

"What is Mom gonna use?" I ask.