Feeling Old and Tired

Don't give up on me. I really want to be writing here, but at the moment I'm buried under nine classroom tables, piles of papers I have yet to check in, 35 kids who need Peechee folders, shoes and a breath mint and a list of emails that go on forever. Since I'm neglecting my blog I'll post something that will make you laugh. I promise. I hope I have the opportunity to grow old.....

Go watch this. Right now.

I had a conversation today that went like this:

Your kids are three and four?

Yep.

So you had them later, then?

Well, we didn't try for it that way, but yeah.

I left the conversation going Later? What did that mean, later? Just how late do I appear to you? But the truth is, when I'm tired it shows. And I'm tired. Guess I'll go tend to my bunyons, or see if I'm medicare eligible......