I’m usually out of the house by this point of the morning. Today though? I am going to be late, and that’s okay.

We had parent/teacher last night, and we will again this afternoon. I started at 3:30 yesterday, and had one ten-minute break between 3:30 and 9:30. I realize that there are people out there who work all day and don’t get any breaks. I guess I’m just lazy. Once the final parent left at 9:30, by the time I packed up, found the custodian and informed him that one of my ceiling tiles had come crashing to the floor in the middle of one of the interviews, and drove home, it was a little past 10:00. And then I had to eat supper. And I couldn’t wind down. It was past midnight by the time I fell asleep.

Since the custodians are going to be messing around with the tile this morning and I don’t actually have a meeting til 10:30, and interviews only start up again today at noon, I’m aiming to get there at 9:30. Which means I have another hour before I need to leave. I feel very luxurious. I’m eating breakfast right now when I’d usually be giving extra help.

Okay I’ll stop showing off. Amazing the things that thrill you when you’re as old as I am.