I have a confession to make....

So - I have a confession to make  -

or two

or three

First,

I am tired. The indefatigable is fatigued. I admit it. I don't like to admit defeat but I am tired. There - you heard it here.

I sent a second grader to soccer practice tonight in the Kindergartner's soccer shoes....

I asked her how they felt and she thought about it a minute and then said - "tight".....

I fed my girls chicken and rice casserole from the crockpot tonight but I let the little guy eat a dinner that consisted of a bagel, a hot dog, and three yogurt sticks.......

I ate a bowl of cereal and a glass of chardonnay....

I consider myself a hero for not reversing that.....

My very favorite pair of teacher shoes (you know - comfortable + cute) make my feet stink SO bad it is like a terrible tragic trade off.....

I wonder if I febreeze them if I could wear them tomorrow....

I wonder if Lysol would work.....

Anyhoo - 

My husband called (from another state) to say that he has another important meeting tomorrow and his flight is being rescheduled to he doesn't know when.....

I answered that by saying - "That is awesome. Oh dear. I think someone is bleeding. Gotta go..." click

I have been out of milk for two days......

My 5th grader is working on her high notes on her clarinet......

My ears are so so so sad.

 I am one week away from finishing my Masters and I am psycho enough to be bummed.

I am in a classroom of kids that make me laugh and two teachers who I now consider my friends.
 
I am, however, really really sick of the word differentiating. When you get your Masters in Elementary Ed you have to type the word differentiating - a lot of times. I mean it - a lot.......

I started writing this post during a moment of inspiration while waiting for a soccer carpool at 4:00 this afternoon.....

It is now 10:00 and I am finishing up.....

I should be going to sleep but now I am trying to think of something funny...

I will finish up with a joke that a second grader told me today that made me snort (oh that is another confession - I totally do that when I laugh hard and I laugh all the time so you just never know.....)

Why can't you shock cows?
(They've herd it all!)