The Backstory: In the world of schools, May is a juggernaut to be survived. Getting to the end of the week feels glorious but not all Fridays are created equal. Yesterday started on a rough note. I texted my sister and my mom a report.
Me: This morning at 5:45 am, the downstairs toilet clogged. I fixed it and thought ok…day gets better from here.
Me: At 6:45 am, I discover that Lucy has puked in my bed. I don’t want a do-over for Friday, I just want it to be over.
KO: Friday needs to pull its shit together.
Me: Truth.
Update: The day did improve in that it eventually permitted me to come home from work, cut the grass, wash the sheets of my bed, and dream of sleeping in on Saturday.
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