But on the upside, I'll be having boxes of kids books arriving this week, and I get PAID to read them. PAID! Life ain't all that bad. The books almost make up for the logic puzzle that is scheduling. If teacher A wants this block and teacher B wants that block, how can I make the two blocks fit together so that volunteer 1 can spend an hour at the school reading for both classes? (If it doesn't make sense, don't worry. I don't understand most of it, either.)
Of course, having Ma do her disapproval routine this morning when I didn't get up when I said I would didn't help get the day going well. Sitting on the bus, feeling like not only am I a bad daughter, but also a horrible employee since I'm not done with all of this yet, doesn't really do much to start the day off right. Oy. I'm better now, mostly - there's something therapuetic about paperwork. I don't know if it's the mind-numbing aspect, or the fact that after you've shuffled papers around you can see that you've accomplished something. Maybe both, who knows?
Anywho, lunch. Then phone. Then home. Then Russian class. Then home and thud. The days are just full. :)