Holy feathers.

I also thought of "holy goodburg."  Then there's always my standards, "holy moly" and "holy mother," along with "oh sugar."  But I needed something more original than those three go-tos.

Today was a doozy (PS I heard on a History Channel show, I think, that "doozy" came from the fab classic Duesenberg car, but thanks to Merriam-Webster Online, I now know that's not true.  Dang it, I liked that story.).  It's been one of those weeks all around, one where I can't ever seem to get up on time and can never get a free moment until I fall into my couch at six o'clock.  Today, though, I was just in a bad mood from the get-go.  I did NOT want to be there.

Thank goodness the day finally got better.

I've been dreaming about school a lot.  I had a dream last night that one of my coworkers got highly confrontational with someone in the EC department because they gave us too many kids and put them all in the wrong classes.  I had a dream the night before that one of my kids kept hugging me and hanging all over me, like super inappropriately, and I couldn't get him to quit.  I had a dream the night before that that I didn't brush my teeth well enough and I had a cavity going straight through my left front tooth (I always dream about my teeth when I'm stressed).  Straight through, like you could look through it.  I woke up really sad, then I was happy that my teeth were normal, then I was scared that I really didn't brush my teeth well enough and I was going to get cavities all over.  It was awful.

Anyway, so it started out as a bad day, but then there are those sweet and hilarious things that kids do that make me feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be.  But the sad thing is that I don't remember what they are.

I love my job.  I just don't know that I can do it for the rest of my life, or even until my early retirement rolls around.  It's a tough sucker of a job, I tell you what.  I'm a trooper.  Go me.