Spent.

Today was one of those days.

I woke up realizing that my hint of a sore throat from last night developed into a full-blown cold. Then I threw up. A lot. After I was done emptying my stomach, I decided to eat something and sliced my finger with my fork, followed by settling in to grade for the third day in a row and realizing that I didn't have what I needed to grade today.  So I gave up--tearfully.

I've been having lots of those days lately. Maybe it's the stress of wrapping up the end of the school year;  my newfound absentmindedness; those four boys who are working really hard to make my life very difficult; or, maybe, it's just that little things become very big things when my emotions seem so out of control.

When I hear, "Eight more days of school," it's not so much a comfort. Eight days seems like a lot, especially when I'm sick, overwhelmed, and crying nearly every hour.

I've accomplished nothing today, so I'm just going to go to Target. Yeah, that should work.