So the Boys lost. Boo. I stayed away as much as I could, but I guess I’ll have to completely leave the house from here on out. Sunday Shopping, anyone? 😉
Last week was pretty hellish. Monday we drove 12 hours to get back home and the trip was actually pretty good. The weekend was exhausting, though, and so were the girls. They’ve been something else lately.
School was a mess. I was sick. I was in a total allergy-induced haze. I couldn’t focus. I was moody. I couldn’t plan anything and catching up on grading took all my time. But the first six weeks are done. Thank goodness.
Elliah has been a nightmare to get to bed lately. Nothing works. Not nightly routines, not back rubs or butt pats. Not Cat in the Hat. Nothing. It’s crying and fighting and screaming on both our parts until she finally gives up around 11ish and finally crashes. The lack of sleep is seriously messing me up. I need to be out by 10 in order to function well the next day. I’m hoping and praying it’s just a phase.
Last week’s outfits were a fiasco (vocabulary word from this week, ha). I need tailored pants that work well with flats. Wednesday was supposed to be picture day for aforementioned yearbook shot, but I missed it because I forgot to actually go take my picture so all that happened was that I repeated an outfit for no damn reason and wore my hair down when all I wanted was to put it up in a bun. Thursday was University day and all I had was my now defunct UTB shirt. Friday was cute. I felt so much better in this outfit than the photograph shows, so I’m not even sure what to feel about that, but whatever.
Anyway, here’s to a better week!
So the outfit thing. I guess it’s going okay and last year wasn’t that bad since one of my students from last year came by and told me she had nominated me for the “Best Dressed” section of the yearbook. I’ll take it. Except I won’t because I feel like crap today and forgot to actually go take my picture. Ah, so be it. Stupid germs.
It started as allergies, but I can feel the fever coming on. And apparently, this is a thing because every single teacher blog I read is mentioning something about back-to-school germs being in full swing. Wonderful.
I’ve been in a funk lately and it hadn’t hit me until I typed it that I’ve forgone working out since Thursday. Travel and germs make for a very tired, very unmotivated Rosie. I’ve also gone back to eating everything in sight these last two days and that has made me feel worse. I need to kick this cold in the bucket so I can get back to running because sweating out toxins really is the best therapy.
I can’t wait until I can see the changes in my pictures. For now, here’s last week outfit recap.
I’m really liking doing this. It’s convenient to be able to look back and see which outfits I hate, which ones I love, and which ones just aren’t working out. It’s also kept me from wearing frumpy shit when I feel sick, because no one really wants to post a crappy picture. Although in full honesty, I just found out that we can wear jeans and university shirts on Thursdays so that will totally be happening. So if you have any old college t-shirts lying around, ship them my way!
I feel like absolute shit. Shit that got ran over by a semi & took a long ass trip up north.
Or something. Point is, I’m sick. Uber sick. Body aches & chills sick.
I used to be able to handle sick. Pop every cold pill imaginable, drink water. Done.
Now that I have babies again, all I want when I’m sick is my mommy to come over and my grandmas chicken soup. It comforts me just to have them here. I feel better.
It’s funny how that works. We all end up going back to our childhood forms in one way or another the older we get.
In other news, I love my job. Love it. However, I miss having a job where I didn’t have to talk if I didn’t want to. Where I could just sit merrily at my desk and not be bothered.
Today I had at least 2 kids in each class ask if I was sick because I didn’t look like myself and wasn’t dressed cute. Backhanded compliments for the win.
Also, new job means concerns about calling out sick so early on.
Oh well, I already told the kids if I didn’t show up Friday, it was because I was dead. Monday should be fun. Heh.