Thththpppt
This is one of those days when I should have stayed in bed, but I missed the memo on that. Apparently it is not enough to be a week from term and still be doing everything like normal, without asking for help and without complaining at all. The husband feels the need to call me every two minutes from 5:30 am on to tell me to find and drop off a summer camp check that he should have taken care of last week. Along with this new and exciting thing added to my "to do before 8 am staff meeting" list add a totally bullshit conversation about what he should have done last night with Anthony's reading and didn't (and I shouldn't say anything about this why??) and asking me what's wrong 50 times and it was a power start to my morning.
Traffic was hell. The road to Anthony's camp was closed but there were NO SIGNS until you got to where the block was so I had to turn around and backtrack. Needless to say, I never made it to the staff meeting. I got to the office late enough to make my day that much worse.
My calves are in a constant state of cramping, my feet are huge and purple, and I have back cramps like mad.
Fuckadoo...
Traffic was hell. The road to Anthony's camp was closed but there were NO SIGNS until you got to where the block was so I had to turn around and backtrack. Needless to say, I never made it to the staff meeting. I got to the office late enough to make my day that much worse.
My calves are in a constant state of cramping, my feet are huge and purple, and I have back cramps like mad.
Fuckadoo...