Looking up

No, I'm not dead...

However, I feel like I've been to death's door and back again. From the end of June to the present, I have been barfing my guts out. I'm not exaggerating. It has not been fun. Now that I'm coming out of the morning sickness haze, I have to go back to work. Hopefully I'll make it though the first week of school without barfing on someone's desk.

"My Night" or "Why I want to take a tylenol PM"

2:45- Left School

3:00-picked up Logan from Kindergarten (making an illegal left turn from a straight only lane because a DUMBASS was PARKED in the turn lane waiting for the pick up lane to move forward...long story)

3:30 - picked up Liam. Who was covered in shaving cream. With glitter. They call it art. I call it a mess in my car.

4:00 - Took my two whiney kids and new puppy to the park less than 2 blocks away. Took us 20 minutes to get there. Two blocks. Serious.

4:45 - Began the long haul back to the house with a puppy dying of thirst after eating 2 lbs. of sand. Screaming at the top of my lungs a Liam who laid down on the sidewalk because I wouldn't wait for him. Yes, I am the neighborhood's crazy mom.

5:00- I refused to make dinner. Again. Frickin' HATE to cook.

5:29- Puppy puked on the carpet. Didn't realize it until Logan screamed "What is she eating???"

5:50- Ate dinner upstairs, by myself, with the door shut. Puppy free, child free, college-football-watching-husband free.

6:45- Sucked it up and came back down stairs.

7:00- Got the kids in their PJs while swinging a dog clamped onto my pantleg.

8:00- put the kids to bed and dog in the garage (I don't care what anyone says, it's a Labrador retriever and they ARE TOO outside dogs!)

Now, it's time for bed. I'm going to throw a shoe at the TV if my husband doesn't turn OFF the millionth college football bowl game he's watched in the past 3 weeks.

Tired...

tired does not begin to describe how I am feeling after my first week of teaching. I am beyond exhausted. On top of the normal hectic-ness of the first week of school, I am also dealing with the fact that my 1st baby is starting kindergarten on Tuesday.

Logan is ready. I am not. It doesn't help that his school pushes the idea of parent involvement to the extreme. OF COURSE I'm feeling less than because I don't have the time to volunteer in his class on a daily basis. So this will mean me helping out wherever there are gaps in my schedule.

To top it all of, some snotty nose teenager has passed their germs to me. Seriously? Sick after one week of school? Yep, that's pretty much my immune system. Must go lay (lie...I know I'm an English teacher, but c'mon, nobody knows which is correct) down. The two tylenol PMs are kicking in....