I'm fighting some kind of sinusy cold thing and I'm absolutely exhausted. Wiped out. I just want to collapse into bed and stay there for a few days. Hold me.
And those of us with kids all know how fun it is to be feeling exhausted and crummy with the kids running around. Since I'm not lucky enough to have ALL three boys in school (just the one) school is actually a nuisance when I'm sick because it's just something I have to do first thing in the morning. And of course, Nate's working, so he can't really help out with things.
So since I'm mad at the world right now, I probably shouldn't write anything (I deem) of substance. I tried writing a couple of things and found them to be total bitchfests. Like how mad I am that our school (not the teachers - I LOVE teachers) tends to leave parents in the dark about crap and then figure that since they send (minimal) information home on the first day, we're all good. No. No, we're not. WHAT ABOUT ALL THE CONFUSION ON THE FIRST DAY?? Or the fact that *critical* information is left off of the *minimal* information, like where the kids are taken after class (i.e. NOT left in the classroom like they were in kinder) and I got to run around in a panic yesterday, looking for my child?
THAT was AWESOME. And yes, Aums Mama, I know that if I homeschooled like you, I would avoid all this school stuff. :-D
See. I'm not in any condition to be writing. Or mothering. Someone come save the younger boys from a day of television and neglect. And from constantly getting in trouble because kids smell weakness like sharks smell blood, and I know they're going to test my absolute limits today. They're already fucking killing me. Hey Brandon, it's nap time. I LOVE NAP TIME.
Pass the box of tissues, please. Or leave me a funny story in the comments. I'll love you forever.