Sicker than the Dog

OK,
A full year of going non-stop, day and night, as a teacher of some of our district's most challenging teenagers. Then, three hard, back-breaking days of cleaning out a decade of teaching materials in my 90 degree classroom. Now, full time teaching in two different summer school programs. One is NOT organized AT ALL. And, this blasted heat. All of it has brought on a summer cold that is making me exhausted, crabby, and ready to scream at any little thing some general idiot does on the street. I need a vacation and a really strong margarita.

A Hard Week

Wow, we’ve had a really hard week. Mom has been working a ton, but she’s still taking the time to get out for a walk with us late at night. Shellie and I are trying to take it easy on those icy sidewalks. We don’t want Mom to get hurt, so we try to take it slow. Shellie doesn’t always remember though, and I have a rough time with the leash getting wrapped up in my legs. It’s all good though. I hope it warms up a little this weekend. I really want to go to the dog park.

I’m a little worried about Mom. She’s working really hard these days and doesn’t seem very happy with her job. I bet teaching is really hard. I don’t think I could handle all of the multitasking and adolescent angst. It’s really nice that she doesn’t bring her frustrations home with her most of the time. Shellie and I try to make her laugh as much as possible. I don’t think that taking all of the stuffing out of my teddy bear was the way to do it the other day though. She didn’t seem that thrilled about that one. I thought all the white fluffy stuff looked kind of cool on the carpet. Shellie told me to do it.

Oooooh, gotta go. Mom's about to settle into the couch with a book. I want to get the good snuggle spot.

Later -- stay warm!
Tillie