Queen of Rambles

I think I may very well go insane this week. Four days of first grade. Four. Days. Why oh why did I agree to this? I love the class. I’ve subbed for them many times. The teacher is very well organized and leaves good plans that the kids enjoy.

But four days!

At least I had a nice break today. I watched Mulan twice and Aladdin once and managed to stay awake the whole day, though there were moments when I was just seconds away from dozing off. I had the worst night’s sleep in the History of the World last night. Major aching in the uterus, snotty nose, heart burn, belching attack, mind turn turn turning and a zit the size of Minnesota all conspired to deprive me of my sleep. The zit was really the worst. It’s growing on my neck and is so tight that I can’t hardly turn my head.

Luckily I didn’t have an afternoon class today so was able to come home early and crash for awhile. I’ve been crampy all day and was getting a little panicky about that as well, but then the baby went on a kick fest to prove he was still alive and . . . well. . . kicking. He gets more and more active every day, which is really fun and makes me feel much more positive about this pregnancy than I did in the beginning.

I just wish I could be more of a positive person. I don’t know when, exactly, I became a cynic but I need to focus more on the silver lining and less on the clouds. I do believe that everyone is sort of born with an innate cheerfulness level and mine just isn’t set all that high. I’m not depressed or anything like that, but I’ll never be perky and sometimes I want a little perk. Then I look around at the world and all the bad things that happen and all the stupid people and find the perk wiped right out of my brain.

If only I was angsty enough to be a real author, but I’m not. So there goes that silver lining.

I think I’m going to go soak Minnesota in alcohol now and see if I can’t get him to shrink up some before bedtime. I rarely have a zit so big that I call it by name, but Minnesota is almost like an entity unto itself. I’m theorizing that since I stopped washing my face at night and having zits, I must have a bunch of gook that has to come out somewhere and my neck just happens to be the magic spot. At least I’m not growing another bump on my head. I hope.

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