The past week has seen:
Nine inches of snow.
One snow day = One TinyTuna office assistant.
An abundance of fifth grade math homework. Fractions.
Two half days. Parent-teacher conferences.
Parent Teacher Conferences.
Messes at work.
Messes at home.
I'm not complaining. After all, the calendar still says winter. There is always homework to be done and I ain't afraid of no fractions. Parent-teacher conferences are important, if not a little humorous, messes at work means job security, messes at home are part of life, and more snow means hey, I live in the mitten.
I'm not complaining.
But I am tired.