I was going to write this whiny, woe is me post:
I woke up at 4:30 a.m. The handy husband was talking in his sleep. Most of it was unintelligible: "Mrrf, mrraf, what? Mrrk, mmrrrf, who are you?" I don't know what he was dreaming about. His alarm rang at 5:00, he left at 5:30 (lots of things to do at work.) meanwhile I am tossing and turning...dying to go back to sleep but unable to. At 6:30 I gave up and got up. At 8:00 I got a phone call from another aide. Sick kids, can I cover her upper campus recess and lunch duty? Ick - 8th graders. (Ernest is in 7th -- he doesn't count, but I hardly ever see him up there as he hangs out in the band room.) So I wondered, Will it be that kind of day? What will happen next?
But later today I saw this..."Everything's amazing and no one's happy:" (Thanks, Mrs. Brightside! And go here and read Barb's post.)
So I should really stop complaining. But I'm still going to leave the whine in there. Because it's a fine whine. Vintage.