I am so incredibly super sleepy tired, it is not even funny. Going to work this time around has proven to be much more difficult for me. I am not cheery. I am not motivated. I am not exited. All I want to do is crawl under the covers and sleep!
We had a training today off campus and I couldn’t stop yawning. When I found out that there was no coffee, I nearly murdered someone. No coffee!!! Are you serious!?!?
I’m sure this irritation has a lot to do with a certain someone who chooses to wake me up at midnight, 1 am, 4 am, 6 am…..
The really sad news is that this is the week I get to go in later (8:30 as opposed to 6:50). That means next week I am waking up even earlier! For the record, I am FREAKING out about this thought being that I am two days into a later schedule and I already feel certifiable.
Obviously, I need to make some changes to my schedule. Two kids has made life very different for me. I am thrilled to have them- don’t get me wrong! However, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I have some concerns (and I’m sure Matt does, too) regarding my mood once the real deal hits next week and I’m dealing with other people’s teenage children.
In other very good news, I did see that so far my administration has stuck to their word and given me 24 or less kids per class period. This sounds like a no brainer, but I had two classes last year that had 36 students in them (on top of the preschool numbers) and it was pretty much Hell in a handbasket. I’m excited at the thought of very manageable numbers. I do have some preschool parents driving me bananas already (my phone ran OFF THE HOOK yesterday). I’ve got a waiting list going and basically number 11 out of 13 is freaking out and called me 4 times yesterday. She doesn’t seem to get the fact that she waited too long to call.
Real life conversation:
Mom: “What if I came in and signed an application and gave you money today? Does that work?”
Me: “Sure, except I need to give the people a chance who’ve been on the list for a year or more before I give their spots away.”
Mom: “Well, how long do I have to wait? I am a stay at home mom, so I’ll wait as long as I have to.”
Me: “Ok. How about until next year?”
I don’t think she liked that answer, but uh, yeah. I’d say that if she checked her magic eight ball it would tell her there is not a fat chance in Hell she can get her daughter in this year.
In other not so great news, and off-subject, I did not finish my scarf in time for the closing ceremonies of the Olympics.
What do you mean you’re not surprised?? >:/