Anticipation

The feeling of dread and doom persists this morning...the overwhelming notion that it's gonna be a long-ass day. It's yearbook deadline night, which means a 12-hour day: this is not as bad as newspaper deadline night; however, which is a 14-hour day. (Wow, did I use a colon AND a semi-colon correctly in that sentence?)

I DON'T WANNA GO... waa waa waa.

It's not that bad once I get there, because I settle in to my routine, and if things get crazy, I can always put myself into a coma on the comfy couch in my room. I don't think too many kids will show up tonight because I failed to promote the event properly. I also don't have any teeth to my policy for overtime for yearbook class: I ask them to show up but don't hold them accountable for it in their grades.

These are the things that fill my tiny brain on this day. Guess it's up to me whether we have fun or not...I am the head mother-effer in charge, that's fer sure. So dig deep, Lisa, and find the energy to make it through the day.

I hate agoraphobia some days.