DISCLAIMER: I'm in the mood to whine a little. If this bothers you, check back tomorrow. I'm sure I will have moved on to something else.
This week is the week that teacher's dread, at least the ones in my building....my morning duty week. Why is it that getting up just 30 minutes earlier than normal is so taxing to my brain? But it is. It's like suddenly, I don't know how to dress myself, my hair won't work (dying it this weekend was not one of my finer ideas, even though I don't hate the color and growing it out is killing me), and I can't get anything together in a timely matter. I have been able to get out the door on time, but I'm not at all sure how that happens.
Once I get to work, everything is generally fine. Most of my days go by in a huge blur. The final bell rings and I am all "What just happened here?" I'm not teaching Health anymore, so my schedule is different, but still a constant rotation of sweet (but needy) middle schoolers. When I get home at the end of the day, I don't want to talk to anyone or do anything at all for at least half an hour. No noise, no nothing. I've said it before and I will say it again, I don't know how you moms do it, and you moms that homeschool (looking at you, Taylor)--forget it!
At least there's only two days left, right? (Then I can find something else to whine about.)