A Day in My Life

What does one morning of fourth graders, sitting silently, criss-cross applesauce (because it's not PC to say "Indian-Style" any more), with their eyes on the speaker equal? One afternoon of kids who act like total animals (ie. stuffing paper towels in the urinal and then peeing on it in a group. Yes. It happened.) and one teacher who almost fell asleep on her drive home.

While I enjoyed the field trip to Taste of Texas, and the chicken strips, I am now beat. And hubby is sitting next to me saying, "I thought we were going to work out?" Ahhhh, shit.