is not improved when they walk all over you.

Morning came too early.

Tonight they get the box. That was determined by the presence of a so-called gift on the stairs this morning that I did not see until it was too late.

I did not bring everything home with me to finish as I had thought. Half our day is spent going to Glendora and back, another third will be to head out to friends for the evening, and my report cards are still not done. Though I tried.

I tried.

Life still sucks quite a bit. The bright news is that I got my remaining partner permission to move to the vacant classroom next to me. (So apparently my principal REALLY likes me.) Since she’ll be teaching the transitional K’s, she’ll appreciate the extra space.

I should go check on the little monsters. Baxter could be fed and happy enough to destroy another couch. He certainly had enough fling in his step all night to get on and off the bed a bazillion times.