Ramblings of a total Zack girl

I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of children who behaved angellically...no, scratch that, the number of children who managed to avoid behaving archdemonically for me today. I was driven to actually screaming like a fishwife on the playground and then imprisoning eighteen schoolagers in chairs at the tables without speaking privileges. I came home ashamed of myself and my kids, with a monumental headache and back so stiff you could use it to cross rivers. I was so frustrated and ashmaed and tired and streesed that I cried on the way home...not to mention twice in the twos room, with MacKenzie and Savannah petting my head and telling me not to.

Since then, I have had a long, LONG soak in green-tea scented hot water, and am now letting a massage chair work on my back while I watch old Cary Grant movies. I have on my most exhausted nightgown and very thick fluffy socks. My feet are being rubbed by the ottoman.

How am I going to live when I have to leave this house?

Okay, luvs, FASTERTHANHARRYSSCAR Update:

Have moved in. House is wonderful. Flatmate is wonderful. Dog is darlingest thing EVER, and we are trying Keats as a name. There will be pictures.

Birthday was happy. Walked into work bleary-eyed to the entire massed preschool/schoolagers who shouted HAPPY BIRTHDAY! and hugged me in a mob.

I know there are birthday wishes out there, and I want to send out a mass thank-you until I get to read my FLIST, because we have no internet. I mean, we're supposed to, but it is SO not working. So I am very behind, but I know you love me, and I will respond to you later.

Unpacking vital. Feeling cloak-making urges.

LOVE ALL OF FLIST

--Lu