It's 2:30 and I feel like this day so far has been a week.
I was in a yoga class at 7:30 this morning.
Stopped off at home and rode my bike up to Iz's school—my first day as PTA president—to drop off some fliers. It was the first time I rode my bike through monster traffic, purely as a means of transportation.
I gave an impromptu speech to the entire teaching staff and afterwards, caught up with the principal and many others.
Then it was time to find out Jack's teacher assignment. To field phone calls and messages from various people I know who are going through hard times at the moment.
There's cleaning my entire apartment so when my parents get here tomorrow it's not a train wreck.
Loads of laundry to do.
Nervous children to reassure about the coming year.
And the dog just pooped on my bed.
Excedrin—where the fuck are you?!