Grandparents: run away, run away

Was Grandparents' Day at school today. Am exhausted. Was ostensibly teaching middle and afternoon sessions, that's after the big event, but didn't do much. We just went outside and played all middle session. Which was really good for me, as unlike the teacher-aide's grown-up kids, I didn't have the option of going home at lunch time because I was too tired to stay. And really good for the kids, as they had had to sit through an hour of upper-school performances before their two-minute song, and missed all their outside time in the morning.
I was okay. Am hoping I shan't crash and burn too badly tomorrow.

Am beginning to suspect I may be able to do this teaching dealie, eventually, with practice.
It's a God thing.

My tally is up to 8 cans of V energy drink disgustingness (4 sugar-free, 4 with sugar in), but only 3 cups of coffee.
Two days to go. Am teaching all day tomorrow.

Got the letter with all my aeroplane flying details, so now I've got my trip home all sorted. Home! Hooray! For a month!!!!!

not christmas

um. so. two Good Days in a row. Am terrified, and will now run away and hide under the bed, or at least I would if it wasn't quite so crowded with boxes and suitcases and shoes and dust bunnies and such. Teacher said this was the best day I've ever had. Have got a terrible sensation of impending doom re: tomorrow, although I don't know how bad it could really be - we're making gingerbread men. Yumm. Speaking of, here are some donuts I didn't eat this afternoon except for one.

And here is a tower made of blocks.

And also I got an assignment back with an A+ grade. So, in all, good days. (That's plural because I got the assignment back yesterday.)

Must ask my mum very sweetly to book some driving lessons for me now that I know when I'm going home.

La la la.