As with most of the things that I want to do, I don't have much time to write this blog. Report cards are due this Monday, so here I am, slaving over a hot desk on a Saturday, feeling guilty because I don't have any time to have fun with my kids and I'm PMSing, so I hate everyone and everything, especially my job at the moment. Is it a case of my job interfering with my life, or my life interfering with my job? A true catch-22.
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I teach Fifth grade. Ah, teaching, the best part-time job in the world! (After all, I do get summers off.) Yeah, right. That's why I'm at school on Saturday, trying to get caught up. I'm not doing very well in the catching up dept.-- since I seem to be writing my blog instead of recording those grades from that stack of books sitting there on the table. And, even worse, (yes, I started a sentence with "and"--I'm allowed to, I'm a grown-up.) I have an awful craving for a tall mocha with whipped cream from Starbuck's, with nary a Starbuck in sight, not for miles and miles and miles....Back to work!