I'm swamped under a pile of papers to mark. And kids ask me where their stuff is. Like, kid, it's okay for you to hand stuff in late, but I still have to turn it around in one class period or a week? Pfft! I had to explain to some of them today that the leaky pen marks some of them have on their papers are because I fell asleep. Not because their stuff bores me, but because I'm so bloody exhausted, I can't see straight at night.
My children are getting the better of me. Like no patience--cute stuff is just annoying. I swear if I hear one more whingey crying voice saying it's not fair or why do I always have to... or tattling on each other. I'll cry.
Then, it took me at least 10 times trying to lay Cally back down to get her to stay down. Yes, I still get up with her at least 3 times a night. And when I finally got her back to sleep, I turned off the bloody heater and woke her up myself. And I know I just got done telling someone this afternoon that I know she's my last one, so I don't mind...and I don't. But today it's getting the better of me.
And, I swear, is it too much to ask for me to be in a picture every once in a while? I asked Joey to snap one this evening and he launched into his normal teasing. And tonight, I didn't have it in me to take it.
Today, Flanders, I feel like the answer to "who's winning?" is definitely not me. So help me, I hope I'm not greeted with a "Happy Friday" tomorrow.