My hair hurts, literally, probably because I have enough hair to cure male pattern baldness. Ponytails are tricky, but if you don't use them you get the bugs and seriously contemplate pulling a Britney Spears circa 2007. The struggle is real my friends.
Just like the struggle I had carrying a screaming child back to the classroom whilst trying to keep my pants at a work appropriate waist level. By the time I got to my room I looked like Lil Wayne.
Or the struggle of being an oral surgeon, removing the metal from a pencil's eraser from a nugget's gums. This happened immediately after I told them the story of a kid who got an entire pencil tip lodged between her teeth my first year to scare them from chewing on inedible objects! Guess that tactic backfired didn't it?
The shoe struggle is the last of my woes for the day! I head out in pursuit of the perfect school sandal since I'm obviously a Neanderthal who breaks shoes regularly. I don't know how many places I've left with one shoe in hand saying "Anyone have some superglue?"
Low and behold, Stage has the perfect overpriced shoe I'm looking for! I slip on my size and discover they are a tad big so I try on the smaller size, only to look like Cinderella's stepsister trying to squeeze into the glass slipper. There were no half sizes to be found so I continued my search in the ever promising Walmart. 57 dollars and five pairs of shoes later I walked out feeling triumphant!
Tomorrow is our Spring Fling (children running with hotdogs and trinkets). Hopefully the sun is out to dry out the grass and give me a farmers tan to be proud of! Then it's on to a glorious spring break! Praise Him!!!
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