That’s how it’s going today.
I have a long ass list to do before school is out:
Drive on field trip tomorrow
5th grade graduation
teacher appreciation (need to make food)
National Honor Society ceremony
Need to send cookies for NHS reception
The Boy’s big ass project
The boy has to dress like his character to present his big ass project
Field Day and awards elementary (send snacks)
Field Day and awards middle school (send snacks)
Dishwasher is broken
Wifi is broken (go to Starbucks and use wifi for notes)
cry about being broke ass
wait for other people in the house to catch vomit bug.
The fun never ends
Today I woke up at the crash pad, anxiety coursing through my bloodstream re: above list, showered to get on with my day, and pulled out of my bag my white shirt (the only one I brought) and my black bra (the only one in my bag and I dug through that sucker).
The joy of birdnesting
But I’m not her and it isn’t appropriate for work.
Guarandamntee you one of my crazy folks will tell me that
they can’t concentrate on our conversation because of my breasts.
Oh yes, they will.
So, back home to change. Which means I will see Stanley’s
mess and feel the need to clean something.
Birdnesting is like a white shirt and a black bra…