First thing this morning I had to pay the PGE bill so they wouldn't shut off the power. Then I had many things to iron, and I HATE to iron, but when others did the laundry they dumped rather than hang up, while watching the clock because I was working this afternoon. Got to school. No lesson plans. I don't even know when the little darlings come back from lunch. The teacher shows and gives me a lesson plan. First grade...how bad can it be? OMG...I had one of the LONGEST afternoons of my life, trapped in a classroom with 18 untamed wildebeest. During this time, I get a call from Miss KT, who has run into one of the big concrete barriers at the gas station, smashed in the side of the truck, and can't get the door open. I refer her to a friend of mine, who has lots of car expertise, and finish my day with the wildebeest. Had told the children's pastor we'd help him out this afternoon, headed to church, did my thing, ran some errands, headed home. Miss KT and Hubby managed to get into it in the fifteen minutes they were home without me there, and of course she called so I could mediate. Got home, Hubby dares to ask what's for dinner...it's 8 pm by now...Miss KT wants to go visit her boyfriend who is now living down south with his mom...I hear about getting the tickets fifty times a day...I told her not to nag me, then she texted me...I tripped over the kitchen stepstool and nearly fell, my body is tired, my mood is cranky, I would run screaming down the street if I had that much energy.