For reasons that might be unwise to really reveal to the greater blogging world, the beginning of the school year has been eating my lunch more than usual.
I say it's "eating my lunch" in the sense that it's leaving me feeling like I've been run over by a train each and every day. But it's sort of an ironic use of the saying in that I really haven't had time to eat lunch during the school day.
I only cried in the bathroom once though. When I explained my little excursion to the bathroom to The-Guy, he said something along the lines of, "Sometimes I wish I could do that." "Oh you CAN!!!!" I replied, "Because nobody really knows!"
Except when you announce it via your blog and make it available to every last person with internet access the entire world over. Then it's not really so much of a secret. Oh well. In any case, my class is sweet and wonderful and my school is wonderful. And it's going to be a GREAT year, but it has been SUCH a tough start.
I think I've mentioned that I was incredibly, incredibly lucky enough to send my own kiddies to a religious school this year. Here they are all happy on their first day:No, my gal isn't actually allowed to wear her skirt that high in school. Since you asked. Oh you didn't ask? Ok, everyone else who has seen the picture has asked, so I just thought I'd be proactive.
We've put our noses back to the grindstone here at Camp Twipply Skwood. Here's to a great new school year!