Did Someone Say Cranky?

If my bed wasn't shoved against a wall, I would swear I got out of it on the wrong side this morning. I spilled hot water out of the kettle and onto my hand. My hair dryer decided to blow up and not work, and since my parents are overseas, there was no back up. I've lost a $20 note out of my wallet which I can't find anywhere. I've slammed my finger in my desk drawer three times. (Three!) Other people are making me feel crabby. I feel bloated and lethargic and downright 'bleh'.

Be thankful you're not a seven year old in my class today, because as a result of all this bad luck I am in one heck of a mood. It doesn't help that the kidlets are being particularly off-task, or that I am more than ready to lose patience with them. I've mentioned "The Look" before in this journal, which is a teacher trait I've mastered well over time. If I were counting, I would have used "The Look" upwards of twenty times today. And the day isn't over yet.

It's days like this when I crave an office job, a 9-5 where the only person I am responsible for is ME.

I have no idea how other teachers juggle being a parent as well as teaching their kidlets. I'm so ready to switch off from 'teacher mode' when I get home; I don't even want to think about children, let alone parent them.

I guess I'm further away from maturity than I thought I was.


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11 comments:

Jess said...

Sounds like a really crappy day, Aly, if it helps, I didn't have a crash hot one either, but at least my hair drier didn't blow up. Not that I use one, but I did get a massive paper cut right over my hand that bled and now stings like a bizznitch.

LaLa said...

"It's days like this when I crave an office job, a 9-5 where the only person I am responsible for is ME."

Sadly love, even in a 9-5 job with alleged "adults" (and I am talking FORTY FOUR) you still have to put up with their crap and listen to them whinge. Or even, on one mememorable day, get locked in the disabled toilet to listen to their version of a fight with another adult.

Having said all of that, you have my sympathies. I don't know how you put up with the little turds.

xx

cady said...

i feel your pain. it seems like when something goes wrong, everything goes wrong. i hope your day gets better! oh, i put you back on my blogroll. i manually put it in, and i forgot to update it when i switched to my new template.

julie said...

we all have bad days aly. they suck though. but it's usually better tomorrow.

like for instance today i have refused to use capital letters.
does it look weird?

i didn't think so.

:)
love you.

~Kathryn~ said...

hugs baby girl
my dryer should still be there
or do you mean straightener ... mine wouldn't work over here -so had to buy a new one (only $26 from kmart)
LOVE YOU !!!!

brandy said...

Yikes. Days like that are so frustrating. And don't worry, I'm totally with you when it comes to the teaching bit. I am not a saintly teacher at all. I can't push the little buggers out the door quick enough sometimes. I love the kids to bits but seriously. When it's 3:15pm, and it's time to go, I need a drink and company that allows me to curse. See? Told you I'm not a saintly teacher! :)

Laurel said...

Don't worry, there are lots of childlike people in offices, too! On the upside, IT'S THE WEEKENED!!! I hope you get in lots of non-kid time this weekend to do whatever you want!

heidikins said...

Oh honey, that sucks. Bad days are the worst. I'm putting a request/demand into the Bad Day Gods, ya know - the ones that are hovering over your house. I think it's high time they took a little vacation in Barbados and leave you alone.

Love ya girly!
xox

Carrie said...

You poor thing! I hate days like that.

Emily said...

I'm sorry that you are having such a sucky day. I know how it feels, unfortunately aside from winning the lottery there is not a whole that that can be done to change it. Tomorrow will be better. And if its not then shopping or alcohol generally work well as a pick me up.

angela said...

Ugh, no fun. Enjoy a nice, kidlet-free weekend.





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