sunburnt & sleepy

I’m afraid I haven’t got what it takes for much writing today; I just got back to the office minutes before lunch break.  I’ve been on a field trip.  My cheeks are showing too much sun.  I worked hard and fast and now I’m all worn out.

We had another parents’ meeting at the preschool last night.  Frustrating, no organization, no direction.  And, as always, no notice either; the note to come Tuesday night is passed out Monday afternoon.  If I had the time I’d step up and take charge but I just don’t have it in me these days.  I can barely keep up with the minimum. 

I’d really like a nap today.  And I’m wishing I had some aloe vera for my face.  It was nice to get out of the office for a while, to do something out of the ordinary, but I’ve gotten soft(er) with my desk job.  I’m going to relax and goof off for a few more minutes before the whistle blows.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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