This week has just been one that makes me want to pack up my Samsonite luggage and move to a remote location. If I had Samsonite luggage. I pretty much have my old E.T: The Extraterrestrial backpack and a couple of duffel bags.

Anyway.

1) Perfectly good children dying. Not good.

2) It’s been rainy and gross all week. And hot. Not particularly hot outside, but hot in my classroom. I have the windows wide open and the heat turned off and by the end of the day I am bright red and sweating glowing. On Wednesday I saw my student teacher’s pit sweat stains on his shirt. Who likes seeing that? Not me.

3) I have felt barfy for three days. This morning I very nearly did barf. This afternoon I got my period. Nothing to remind you that you have malfunctioning barren ladybusiness than that.

4) Even though we brush them every day (to their great discontent) the dogs each have a matted area. Sprocket behind his ear, Doozer behind his front leg. Meh.

5) Had I mentioned that it’s been raining all week? Our whole house smells like wet dogs. Cute wet dogs, but wet dogs nonetheless.

I am re-reading those and realize that I should probably not be as grumpy as I am. But I am. So nyeh.