there is some saying about being careful what you wish for (i think it goes: be careful what you wish for) and i'm learning that one the hard way this week.

the kids are indeed back in school (what i wished for) and while my mornings are much easier, the afternoons are murder. or, if i didn't take a 10 minute silence break, they would be. we have three adults dealing with at least 75 kids and their most pressing homework questions. from "what do i do here?" to "how do i put these words in ABC order?" to "what spanish verbs end in -buir?" to "do you have any books about geologists?" it's constant yelling of my name and pulling on my clothes.

yesterday, while escaping to the library basement for my quiet minute, i called mike. i don't remember the exact words i used, but the desperation was clear.

solution? shrimp at red lobster and "the 39 steps" on broadway.

i feel much better.