Fail.

The project I was working on failed. Major failed. I had dreams of make a new header and getting my brother-in-law to make me a new background because he's good with all that html stuff. But, it failed. So once I have even more time to spend on it I will.

This past week has been crazy. End of the marking period meant getting grades done. It was the first time I did it. Wow craziness. The phone calls because parents thought grades were wrong. CHECK YOUR KIDS' FOLDERS! I add a grade sheet in there every Friday. I put every paper in there with the grade on tap. I explain what was wrong about the wrong answer. I put the correct answer next to it. It was frustrating.

No one has been sick in our house, a first in awhile. I've been sneezing like crazy, but that's allergies. Some a-hole mowed their lawn. Thanks, jerk.

We only have 4 full weeks of school left. How sweet. It's somewhere around 30 days of school left! I didn't update the countdown on the board lately so I don't remember. All I can say is I can't wait. I can't wait for summer.

Next week I'm going to be seeing a sleep specialist for my abnormal sleep patterns. Did you know that in the United States their is only 4 psychiatrists that are certified/qualified to be a sleep disorder specialist in additon to being a psychiatrist? The doctor I'm seeing is one of those doctors! I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about it because I hate new doctors. I hate doctors. I hate specialists and having the higher copay. I'm sure that eventually I'll need a sleep study. Great, freakin' great. That excites me. Not. Especially the doctors for, you know, your feminine parts. I hate those appointments. Every year I dread the appointment. Every single year!

Every morning the first thing I hear is "How many more days until I go to kindergarten, Mommy?" Every single morning. I want to poke my eyeballs out with a pencil. Preston gets into everything. I can't wait until he realizes running into the gate does not work to get it down.

That's all for now, I'm tired.