You can sleep when you're dead!

This sign is exactly how I feel right now! I have got to learn not to do extra on my crazy days. Crazy days are Monday and Tuesdays. I have observation at the high school from 7:20-9am, work until 4:30pm, and then night class at 5pm. By the time it is over my brain is mush.

I should have just gone to the library after class tonight. Instead I went home and was grumpy. How do they know that attacking me with everything when I walk in the door is the PERFECT way to put me into the fetal position?

I walked in the door tonight and Super Girl decided to tell me the entire story of a good book she is reading -- she needed to tell me RIGHT THEN before I could even pee! (Normally I'd enjoy book chat, but I had to PEE!! ) Then hubby decided to ambush me with a problem Wonder Boy is having at school. He followed this up with random useless discussion of both soccer teams. I excused myself to pee...

Super Girl then became offended when I told her (AGAIN) to give me 15 minutes to decompress when I walk in the door. (I reviewed this rule with hubby as well). Somehow if I get 15 minutes I can survive -- if I'm attacked upon entering I'm dead for the duration of the day. I just need time to change gears...

Wonder Boy promised to bring the note I wrote for his teacher to school tomorrow. The kid sitting next time him is talking so much he is driving Wonder Boy insane. All I can say is that this must be one hell of a lot of talking! Wonder Boy comes from a chatty family! The dinner I cooked ahead yesterday wasn't warmed up yet and nobody had eaten dinner. I needed to find and sign permission slips.

Tomorrow is another marathon and I'm exhausted from TODAY. Also, Hubby can make his own damn dinner. I don't have any clean clothes and it is only MONDAY! UGH!

Thank goodness there is Dunkin Donuts coffee that I can pick up in the morning! YAY for coffee!!!

Time to find some clothes..... can someone dye my hair for me -- the grey highlights are making me look way older than I am!

Yay coffee!!!!

Satan Update: She came to the games. Luckily, I was too busy helping the hubby and working with the kids to deal with her. She was strange in that she showed up late to both games and set up her chairs for herself and the FIL right behind me. How do you watch a game from there? I doubt she could see much, but she did enjoy the kids when they were sitting out their turn.

I'm not freaked about her coming to the games anymore since I'm able to stay busy enough not to have conversation. YAY for no time for conversation with Satan!