Friday, August 28, 2015

Need moar coffee...

It's been one fucking long fucking bad day.  Starting with the kids' egregious behavior this morning, continuing through hitting every intersection where I didn't have the right-of-way exactly wrong, and with two of my students keeping me right up to the last second of class to the point I was met with pixie tears because I was almost late to pick her up.  And she wouldn't nap.  And hasn't left my general vicinity since, and I need some fucking space after the fucking awful day.  

Cricket left me a lovely gift in the middle of the floor: a hairball the size of a tennis ball.  Right about the time I had to leave to pick up the imp.

And the kids' behavior has not improved over the morning.  It's not necessarily bad behavior, not constantly, but they are a lot more prone to fighting than they even usually are.  And I am less patient with their spats and their carelessness with each other, with toys, and with the dry-erase marker caps than I usually am.  

I want coffee.  I need coffee.  Coffee is my comfort drink.* 

I also need sleep tonight, because we have plans tomorrow. 

Fuck it.  If I don't get coffee, I'm going to end up screaming.  Either at the ceiling, or at one of the children.

6 comments:

  1. Well, maybe things will be better tomorrow. Sometimes a day just does't go well.

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    1. It's already starting better. I didn't have to get up until I was ready to, and don't have to fight with the kids to get them ready.

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  2. Coffee is good medicine.

    I hope your tomorrows have adequate ammounts of coffee :)

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    1. Not all of them will, and I accept this as a price of raising children and trying to get their needs met before I think about my own.

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  3. The best day of my life was the day when Boo would get himself out the door without me having to get stern with him. Hope things are going better.

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    1. I'm looking forward to that--the kids getting out the door without me having to do more than remind them it's time--but it's going to be a few more weeks, at least, before they get used to the routine.

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