I don't like Monday. I admit it. Coming back to work each Monday is an exercise in frustration. I need to retire and I'm only 37! If people were pleasant I'd be fine doing any job. It is negativity that gets me down and causes me to DREAD the work week. I'm sick of dreading work. I don't think I'll dread it as a teacher... I sure hope not!

I come back from each weekend more tired than I can explain. This week I can explain it though -- it is because I studied and worked my ass off all weekend!!! Why doesn't my ass get smaller when I work it off?

CHOCOLATE! I stopped home for lunch and withstood the scent of chocolate which is taking over my home. Why would relatives give my kids candy when they know the Easter Bunny still visits us? How much flipping candy do my cavity kids need? Mother inlaw.

Evil sister is still working my nerves. I hope I can start liking her again. She used to be my first choice to be my back up for custody of my kids if my husband and I were both killed. Now I'm not so sure. I am supposed to be putting my will together and it forces you to think about this stuff. Ugh.