Like a fine sports car

    Today has been a long day. My students were tired, I was tired and let's face it, no one really cared about reviewing slope all that much including me. Why is it that short weeks always feel longer than long weeks?
    Part of the problem: I am by nature a night owl. I'm lucky if I'm thinking about bed before 11:30pm. Get me through 11pm and I'm capable of anything with my second wind. So let's mix ultra exhaustion with a baby and what do you get? You get grouchy me. Capable of going from 0-60 in seconds just like a fine sports car. I swear my hormones are still not quite right. Not that I've ever been a super patient person (don't ask Adam), but I now have no middle ground. I'm either calm and collective or on the floor throwing a tantrum like your favorite toddler. It's ridiculous but I can't stop it. I feel it rushing over me and wham! I'm overloaded with annoyance!
    Tonight has been one of those nights. Triggered by lack of sleep, a huge tension headache, a crying baby in the car, and now an airline that managed to almost triple its ticket prices within one week. If you need me, I'll be in the corner flailing my arms, kicking my legs and screaming. TGIF - I couldn't have made it another day if I had to.

That's me as a sports car.... Beautiful isn't it?!

~Emily - the 2 year old