Of going on "vacation" and such
I can already hear it: "It'll be alright".
But that doesn't mean I believe it.
Tuesday starts at 8:15am and goes to who knows when. Have a school visit (Holabird: Pre-K to 6th) 9am to noon, then work, then a staff meeting at 5:30. Then it's time to travel to PA.
Which is what, I'm afraid, I dread.
I've been agitated, frustrated, and very angry all day. ALL DAY. Maybe I'm picking up on Gerry, who's disgruntled 'cause of plans on Sunday, or maybe I'm picking up on Sara (who went home early) who's confused and agitated at a friend, found out she didn't get the job in the county, her bodily functions are going awry and on top of it all, she's trying to quit smoking.
I know, I know. Go home tonight and relax. Sure. Have to pack and get Lyco to level 60. I want the little elephant for taking care of an orphan for Children's Week which ends on the 7th.
And it'll be alright.
Have to call my brother tonight to see if I can change plans. Have to call my mom tonight and make plans.
A good point though: I got an appointment to see Queale. He'll look at my jaw/head/mouth and be like "you have tmj, honey" and I'll be disgruntled 'cause my worst fears will be confirmed.
But hey, it could be worse.
But that doesn't mean I believe it.
Tuesday starts at 8:15am and goes to who knows when. Have a school visit (Holabird: Pre-K to 6th) 9am to noon, then work, then a staff meeting at 5:30. Then it's time to travel to PA.
Which is what, I'm afraid, I dread.
I've been agitated, frustrated, and very angry all day. ALL DAY. Maybe I'm picking up on Gerry, who's disgruntled 'cause of plans on Sunday, or maybe I'm picking up on Sara (who went home early) who's confused and agitated at a friend, found out she didn't get the job in the county, her bodily functions are going awry and on top of it all, she's trying to quit smoking.
I know, I know. Go home tonight and relax. Sure. Have to pack and get Lyco to level 60. I want the little elephant for taking care of an orphan for Children's Week which ends on the 7th.
And it'll be alright.
Have to call my brother tonight to see if I can change plans. Have to call my mom tonight and make plans.
A good point though: I got an appointment to see Queale. He'll look at my jaw/head/mouth and be like "you have tmj, honey" and I'll be disgruntled 'cause my worst fears will be confirmed.
But hey, it could be worse.