I DO NOT Want A Re-Do

I hate Tuesday. I am thinking of having a shirt made.

Tuesday is bus duty. Really, I hate bus duty day. I have to be at work ridiculously early because our school starts thirty minutes before everybody else. What this means is I wake up three ill  little children at the butt-crack-of-dawn and drag them to my parents and pray my Dad had a good nights sleep. He will need it going into Tuesday. That is always FOR SURE! They do not like for you to wake them up. They all enjoy their sleep. 2/3 beg for it. It is treasured time in our house. The mail lady, UPS man, and everyone else who frequents our house knows this.

Today, the baby cries. I look at my clock....8:34. WHAT IN THE WORLD? I need to leave at 6:30 on bus duty day. I jump up and run to the kitchen. 6:24. Is this some cruel joke, what time is it? I look at the television because I feel certain it is accurate...6:23. Apparently, the T-mobile tower or my phone wacked out during the night. The alarm never went off. Thankfully, the baby did. Ok, I have seven minutes to get ready, make-up, clothes, hair, pack bags, and get coffee. OH HOW I NEED THE COFFEE. I get David up and tell him he has to get them in the car. He is probably thinking I've lost it since I am in pajamas, but he does. I pulled out of the driveway at 6:34. Not to shabby. I called my mom and told her to have everybody ready to grab children. I threw them all out (not literally) and hauled it to school. I clocked in at 7:03. This really is miraculous. I live 20 minutes from my parents/school and had to do the drop off. I was impressed. I am thankful for David and my parents everyday, but today more than normal.

Thankfully, I am a planner. David gets on to me about my over organization, but I was thankful today. I made overnight oats for me for breakfast, had the boys lunches made and milk poured. Score. Throw it all in a bag. The hair went up, I put on make-up at red lights and thankfully didn't look like a meth-head when I looked in the mirror.

It is April, every teacher in America starts counting down the days until you hug those little ones off to their mommas for the summer and wish them the best of luck in the next grade. I give it my all everyday, but by this point in the year I am lacking in the what-I-have-to-give department. The last two months have been extra challenging for me. It has been rough.

And holy guacamole at the teacher absences that start this time of year due to meetings off campus, the countdown, and life. I try not to do it, but life happens. No blame here. So, we had some extra people from another grade. I won't call them little people because some were bigger than me. So, I had a grand total of 28 darlings on Terrible Tuesday.

So... did you notice? I didn't  pack me a lunch. I eat crispitos on crispito day. Diet, who cares. It is crispito day. I circle it every time I get a lunch calendar and plan accordingly. Apparently, there is a natzi somewhere in Alabama that thinks teachers grow money out their butt or that teachers are fat. I am not sure which. On crispito day, I get two crispitos. I don't like rice unless it is really bad for you and from the Japanese place and that is always the side. So, I just want two crispitos. That is it. Well, you can't get two crispitos if you are actually a paying person anymore because apparently Americans are fat. Who knows? Either way add to the crappy day that I had to pay $3.00 for one crispito and I could have 7-8 vegetables/fruit, but not another crispito or that would be $2.00 more. Yeah, I don't get the math either. I am sure that 8 fruits and vegetables cost more than a crispito, but whatever. I am not really over the fact that I probably just ate my last crispito ever. If you are wondering, I am bitter. I was on a seven year stretch of never missing crispito day.

Then, the ONLY thing I like about Tuesday is it is meetings. Most teachers despise meetings. I enjoy it.For one whole hour, you can talk to people taller than your shoulders and they talk back with things that make sense. It is quite glorious. Also, it is the ONLY day that I don't have to walk all over creation for specials/PE. Well, guess what didn't happen today? Any of the above. It completely wasn't my counselors fault because she would pulled by someone else, but it still blew.

Thankfully, with full out bribery, we all made it through the day. I have zero ounces of energy and my own children probably won't get a bath, but they will be fed. Carbs. Oh the carbs I am about to consume. I am pretty sure this will not benefit my wasteline, but probably the budget so we don't have to pay for AA meetings. Does our insurance cover that? I am not sure and it is probably best I don't find out.

I have a stack of 300 surveys on my desk to sort through. Papers to grade. Emails to respond to. Quizzes and tests to make. I picked up my purse, bid the room farewell, and walked out with my purse, keys, phone, and empty coffee cup that I will refill before I do tomorrow.

TERRIBLE TUESDAY, I hate you. Wednesday, please be better.