Going off the rails on a crazy train...

All aboard!

I've officially lost it. It's 3:30am on a Friday morning, and I am sitting on my couch, watching stuff off of my DVR, drinking coffee, and surfing my favorite blog sites.

I haven't done this since I was pregnant. Back then, a 3am wake up wasn't such a weird thing. I used to wake up, come down to the couch, and watch Jimmy Fallon. I'd usually fall back asleep.

Granted, I fell asleep at 8pm last night, so I still got a full night's sleep.

I woke up thinking about a to-do list for the day.

Yesterday was a crazy day and someone switched my child. She was nasty. Santa isn't happy.

This week, I missed a basketball game, in which I was supposed to be honored by a former student. I missed it because, for the first part of the week, I didn't know the date.

I forget a lot lately. Luckily, I usually remember my name.

Next semester, I'm taking 11 credits. Why? Who knows? My rational is that I want to take these classes to better serve my gifted students and my autistic students. Really, I just want to cap out on the pay scale so I can give myself a reason to stop working so hard.

And honestly, the next person who asks when I'm going to have another baby can read this response. My baby is 8 months old. Stop telling me that she needs a sibling. Why? There are perfectly happy, well adjusted only children. And my life is not yours. Just because your mom's best friend's son's wife's grandparents had their kids 4 months apart, doesn't mean I should. I'll have another baby when AND IF I feel like it. Don't guilt me into it. Don't. Mind your own business. Or as my kids say, bidnass.

I promise after a 2 week break, I will return to normal. Whatever that is.

Our fun stockings made by Ama Needham

Trouble

She looks sweet, but we all know better...