First, I only got 5 hours of sleep. Why does my body refuse to wake up at 5am without a struggle on workdays but automatically gets me up at 5 with no hope of going back to sleep on a day off? The cruelty!
Second, my wisdom tooth is still killing me.
Third, I wrote Pi's teacher a note yesterday about a class policy she has concerning test grades that she won't change, even if she wrongly marked something incorrect. Pi's teacher got angry about my note and rather than write me back, she yelled at Pi in front of her entire class. She never bothered to respond to me at all. So this morning, she and I had it out before 8 am. Not a pretty situation. I was really upset and I made it clear that if she has a problem with a note I've written, then she needs to talk to ME, not take it out on Pi. I let her know that I will not hesitate to show up to the classroom anytime and every time she treats Pi unfairly. Being that my tear ducts must somehow be connected to my anger emotions, I immediately went home and cried...for a long time.
Fourth, my wisdom tooth is still killing me.
Fifth, I had to cook for the girl scouts Thanksgiving celebration even with the pain of points two and four. It hurt enough that I just dropped off the food and went back home.
Sixth, a Christmas hat I've been working on for 3 days now is now in the frog pond. My gauge was off and it was turning out much to small. I'll restart it tomorrow.
There's lots more little stuff that had me pulling my hair out, but I'd be here all night complaining. Now, I'm desperately trying to force myself awake for the next 15 minutes so I can watch the new episode of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
Moral of the story: Go to work! Hooky days never pay.