I’m tired.

I’m at that point of tired that my thoughts are turning ridiculous and then I crack myself up. Yes, I am that woman with the bags under her eyes, laughing hysterically at some random thought I’ve had while pushing a cart through Target, hoping they have everything needed for one kid’s book report and the other kid’s dance class. Yesterday I imagined wearing a holster with a glue gun in it and gluing wiggle eyes to the eggplants in the produce department. 

Fellow teachers and parents, I’m sure you can relate. The start of a new school year is ROUGH. We turn into zombie versions of ourselves trying to keep the pace.

I’ve graduated to the Venti coffee this week.

I’ve told five and six year olds repeatedly not to sni...

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