I am still recovering from the plague, so my voice, already tenuous, gives out during extended homeroom. Thankfully I have created a word search based on my syllabus, so I will have fifteen or so minutes in every class to recover a little bit while the kiddos get a chance to work together.
My pals, teachers from another grade, bring me a big hunk of chocolate cake during my last teaching class, and I inhale it during my planning period when no one is around to watch me smear fudge frosting all over my face. This is the high point of my day.
I only have to stay an extra hour to get everything (almost everything) done for tomorrow. No way am I repeating last night's work-a-thon until after ten o'clock at night. Of course, I copy the wrong worksheet, but it all works out in the end. My co-worker and I decide to go with this worksheet anyway, which makes me really happy and extremely relieved.
The only glitch in the entire day happens before I even leave the house to go to school.
Well, this should be easy.
I reach around on the top shelf of the fridge. First, I find the tall waters. Those are for my son's lunches. I blindly move my hand around to find the small water bottles that I bring for lunch. I grasp something from the shelf, pull it out, and discover...
WINE. I have pulled out a mini bottle of wine.
Oh, if only, if only. Sadly, I replace the wine to the fridge, grab a water bottle, and finish putting my lunch together. It's all right, though. I'll drink the wine later, after I survive the first day. IF I survive the first day. WHEN I survive the first day (which I do).
