Let me tell you about my day. Not because you care, but b/c blogs are all about selfish thoughts. On my way to school I typically (meaning 4 out of 5 days) stop @ McDonald's for a Diet Coke. I mean why pay 75 cents @ my school for a can when I can have a large for a quarter more ? I am just being economical really. So yesterday as I stopped, I received what can only be described as the worst Diet Coke known to man. It was so sweet I would have sworn it was Pepsi, if McDonald's was a Pepsi establishment. I even threw the majority of it away @ school. Anyone who knows me well knows that is a true sign of trouble ahead.
As the day went on it turned more and more unenjoyable (if that is even a word). I received a new student that acts like school is a foreign concept. He cuts and yells and is generally just oh so fun. Add to this that my naughty student (that I have to keep a close eye on already) decided that the afternoon would be a good time to go into the bathroom, prevent others from going into stalls, and show everyone his butt. I then had an aide in my room for an hr so I could do individual reading tests. I asked my kids as they came out in the hall "are you guys behaving" and none of them gave me a positive report. When I walked in the face the aide gave me told me they were horrible.
By the end of school I was so exhausted that I walked out the second my contract time ends (a RARITY). I went home and got the pool all to myself, which was great b/c I really was feeling anti social. After sitting in blessed silence for awhile, I decided (at the ripe old time of 8 pm) that I needed to get something done. So I loaded up my car and went to the D.I.
On the way home I thought "hey, it's dinner time, but you eat way too many french fries and dollar hamburgers, you need to get a salad or ohh... a baked potato from Wendy's". I drive up and am repeating my order in my head. " Medium Diet Coke ( I know, I know, but what can I say, I am human), sour cream and chive baked potato, and a side salad." I then proceed to order and drive away, when I glance in my bag. I have a jr. bacon cheeseburger (what I typically get). What ? I am now perplexed so I stop in the parking lot and look @ my reciept. Sure enough, I had ordered the jr. bacon. My mind and mouth do not work together anymore apparently.
I then go home and have such a bad headache the only remedy was to lay down on my bed, in the complete dark and put two pillows over my closed eyes. I apparently fell asleep and woke up @ 3 am in a dazed state. Yet I still had to STRUGGLE to get up.
Today's Diet Coke was much better, and I got to school to hear the naughty boy's eye was swollen shut, so he would not be attending school that day. See, it's a better day already..
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