Feeling: there isn't a word for this level of exhaustion
Listening to: blah
Reading/Watching: Grey's Anatomy

Four hours of sleep, racing from the moment the alarm rang to get ready, sunscreen, clothing, permission slips, chaperones, ahhhhforgotbreakfast, buses, check attendance, tickets, more tickets, forgot tickets, long lines, sun, feetohmygod they haven't forgiven me for yesterday, and now the calves have joined the alliance, expensive junk food, whiny kids, funny kids, cutie-bug girls taking turns giving me hugs, racing racing kids are missing, load the buses, check the lists, wait 1.75 hours for damn parents to fricking come get their kids, drive a couple home...

Ohmygodsotired.

::plunk:: Happy birthday to me.

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