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Ahh!

Today was one of those, "crap! crappity crap!" kind of days. Not that it was bad. No. But I suddenly was inundated with things I had forgotten I needed to do. My day started out at 6:15 am, when I casually hit the snooze and went back to sleep. This is a terrible habit that I need to break myself of as soon as possible. I feel like I'm trying to trick my body into thinking it got more sleep than it did.
(Me: See, body! You went to sleep 8 times last night! You must have gotten a restful night.
Body: Um. No.)
So then I casually get up around 7 am, took my sweet, relaxed time getting ready, nursed Henry a little bit and was just about to eat a yogurt for breakfast, when my phone beeped that B had to bring show-and-tell and a snack to school. I grabbed her little stuffed hippo, shoved H into his snowsuit (poor kid) and ran out the door like an old-fashioned cartoon. Seriously, I think I heard a tinkle tinkle, whoosh and saw dust clouds behind me. Instead of getting to school at 8 and getting my classroom prepared for the day, I squealed in at around 8:20, rushed and angry with myself.
Then, I checked the calendar to make sure there were no meetings that I was late for (there weren't, thank the Lord) and noticed that GRADES ARE DUE ON WEDNESDAY. Ugh. Also, I have a meeting on Friday afternoon and I'm also supposed to have a doctor's appointment for my two littlest kids at 4. Huh. Time for my mantra, which I swear I didn't steal from Tim Gunn: "Make it work" (Ok, I blatantly stole it from Tim Gunn. Please don't sell me out. I can't afford the legal fees.)
On this week's to do:
Grades (apparently, tomorrow)
Classroom inventory (another thing I'd forgotten about)
Read my book study for the meeting on Friday
Pray for the miracle that H's dad will decide to be in his life
Make a lesson plan for Saturday (Orff Music Camp. Yay!)
Send in riser/program info to auditorium
Reserve buses for Kinder program rehearsals
Start casting for Kinder program

Easy, peasy right?
But at least when I'm busy, I'm not broken. :)
Stay classy, internet. (Don't judge me. I don't have time to come up with my own stuff.)


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