This is my last night of summer vacation. Tomorrow starts the 2010-2011 school year.
I am not eager to return. I think I am burning out. It might be different if all I had to do was my job. The hassle of getting the #1 son out of bed every morning and rushing to get through my morning classroom routine with limited time is a great stress on my frazzled nerves. No matter how much earlier I try to wake him, he fiddles until we leave 10 minutes after my time limit. Before long, I'll be waking him before he goes to bed.
After the work for which I am paid, I have to decide on what to feed the finicky Hillbilly family. That means two or three different entrees. I am just going to have to use some tough love and make ONE meal, and tell them to eat it or leave it. I doubt anyone will starve to death. And maybe this will be the year that I finally get a dishwasher installed in the Mansion.
The shopping was not done today, because I did not feel like fighting The Devil. Farmer H decreed that he was going to buy a lawnmower tire (after using the tractor to mow the front yard and field for 2 hours). He offered to bargain with The Devil for me. That wasn't happening. I did not have the energy to lead him through the house and point out labels for a visual aid and write the brand name next to every item on my shopping list. I can't afford for him to haul home a plethora of items that I don't want.
Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has a February attitude in August. Be very afraid.
For her sake, let's hope that something funny happens. A good ol' flowered set of panties peeking out of a pants leg would suffice.