I survived Zarek’s birthday party. (Tomorrow is his 9th birthday.) Well, more like a mini-party. He had 3 of his bestest ( I can use that word if I want to, Favorite Teacher Who Cringes at Bad Grammar) friends. All boys. Eight and Nine year old boys. Hyper 8 and 9 year old boys. Hyper, loud 8 and 9 year old boys. Hyper, loud and very active 8 and 9 year old boys. Who decided that their bedtime should be 4:00am. Luckily, I got to send them all home this morning. Their parents have to deal with the fall-out this weekend. (In all honesty, these kids are all really good kids. I cannot imagine if they were boys that I either did not like or who were obnoxious.)
For some odd reason I have a headache this morning.
Even stranger, my Xanax seems to be running low this afternoon.
Must be a coincidence. Right?
At least I have a year to recover.