It's Monday ...

Mondays suck ... other than when it's summertime, and you've got no where in particular that you have to be. Otherwise, Mondays suck.

This is what I look like on a Monday afternoon ... after the kiddos have left ...

This is what my room looks like after they leave ... after I've hounded them to pick all the nonsense up off the floor " 'cuz Mr. Murphy is not paid to pick up after us, nor am I!"

This is what the TEACHER ZONE looks like ALL the time. It's bad, I know. Somewhere in Michigan, my mother is horrified.

This explains why I immediately turn Pandora on to a soothing station and curl up in the fetal position underneath my work station, right?