Back to school tomorrow for me. As I've mentioned before, it is really weird that teachers only work 10 months of the year; there's an odd sense that one day I'll grow up and have a real job, like the rest of the world. Now having said that, and apologizing in advance to all of you who have real jobs and work all round the year:
idon'twannagopleasedon'tmakemegoyoucan'tmakemeiwannastayhome withdr.philandnevergobacktoworkeverevereverbutidostillwannagetpaidokay?
Ahem. Ahem. Better now. All grown up, thank you. Clothes laid out, school bag packed. I'm going. It's not like I have a choice.
Years ago, when I was having babies and raising little ones, people would ask me all the time why was I still working when I had babies at home? (People really are morons, right?) So I would answer: "Baby wants to eat, mommy's gotta work." So I say to you now: "Babies want to go to college, mommy's gotta work." So, yes, I'm going, I'm going.
I haven't so much been sleeping lately, and you know what I get like when I don't sleep. The curious thing is that Sibs is suffering from the same thing. Now, the bounty of our genetic soup has always been divided this way: she got Shirl's lousy stomach, and I got Jack's insomnia. The bad stomach's been creeping up on me too for the last few years -- okay, twenty -- thirty, but not as bad as Sibs' -- and now the insomnia's coming to fruition for her too. But tomorrow we're both going back to work, and now it gets serious. This is new for her; she's never had it before during the school year. For both of us, it means going to bed at a normal hour and getting up two hours later, bored and awake, and not being able to fall asleep til quite late. For me that's two or three a.m.; later for her. And then we both wake up at 5:30 or so to go to school.
Let me tell ya, it dulls the senses. I went out briefly this morning on a wild goose chase (Office Depot -- Staples -- another Staples -- never found what I was looking for) and realized somewhere out there that I probably should not have been driving. I wasn't sleepy. But I wasn't altogther ... sharp. That's a .... brain cloud, right, a brain cloud.
What else? I just had a DiGiornio pizza for dinner. Not bad. The offical review, however, is that it tastes nothing whatsover like a take-out pizza. Thought you'd like to know.
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