Somebody's a crabby piece of crab (and it's not me this time)

I am officially overbooked.

I thought this semester would be the perfect blend of full time worker, haus frau, and concerned, actively involved mom. I haven't even taught my first class yet, and I think that those 3 things can never be blended just right.

I am already sick of going to the gym at 5 am. While Ben and I both enjoy cooking at night and while I do actually find peace of mind cleaning my bathrooms, it's also nice to have time to sit on the couch and stare at the talking glowing box.

Because preschool hasn't started yet, I had to take Harry with me to Jack's LIttle Gym class today, and we ended up leaving 20 minutes early with BOTH kids crying. Then we ran straight to a room parent meeting at Harry's new school where I was so distracted by Jack's sand eating and penchant for flinging himself off the jungle gym that I almost missed Harry whacking some girl upside the head with a shovel and exclaiming, "Someone hit that girl." Um, yeah, Sybil. You did. Then Jack crapped his pants so disgustingly that I smelled him across the playground, and we left in the middle of a conversation I was having with the the 2 other moms in my room about the upcoming year and our projects as room parents and I didn't realize that I drifted off mid word until about halfway home, when I wantd to go back, but I figured the meeting was probably over, and I was almost late to work.

(and that, freshman writers, is how you craft a run-on sentence)

Work, though, is lovely and relaxing and not only is there a food court and a coffee shop in the brand new building next to me, there's also a no-fee ATM, a cute trendy boutique, a Walgreens, and an Aveda beauty school that carries a full product line and does cheap mani pedis.

Harry has been generally screamy and out-of-sorts lately. He also says his teeth hurt and jabs at the back of his mouth. Do they teethe at 3?

I think he has some anxiety about starting at a new school because he's especially terrible when the subject of his school comes up. We're having a playdate there with his oldest friend this week, so I hope that will help. And we meet his teacher next week. I already had my teacher conference at his other school, the one he's been going to since last September, and he's nothing but excited about that class. Maybe I'm nervous about his new school, and he's picking up on it?

Do you like his shoes?

Most of the other room moms have older kids staring kindergarden, so they were all misty eyed about sending their 5 year olds on the bus for the first time. I told them I was already excited about the big K in 2 years, and they looked at me like I was a monster. I laughed awkwardly and said I was looking forward to the uninterrupted shower time, and they looked at me like I was dirty.

But really? I know I'll miss my baby someday.