Eyelids heavy, I walk into my classroom tired from a late night of conferences followed by interrupted sleep by way of a two year old.
I’m glad I decided to stop and get a coffee AND a tea. (The tea just happened to be by the coffee machine. It’s like it was speaking to me, so I bought it too.)
I sit down at my desk and my phone rings. Who’s calling me right before the first bell even rings? Oh, lovely. I get to cover a class.
I look forward to relaxing on the couch when I get home, but then I remember, oh yeah, my husband wants to take down the wallpaper – the bane of my existence – and paint before people come over tomorrow. That should be fun. Not. Most likely, it won’t even get done.
And to top it all off, today’s my middle daughter’s birthday! She turned 4 today and was so excited about preschool. But now I get to clean, decorate, bake, and plan for tomorrow’s party – after the wallpaper.
I’m too exhausted for this.