OMG

If I were to give you a summary of today's events in one sentence, it might read like this:
6th grade teacher arrives to work with throbbing migraine, spends the day trying to convince 11 and 12 year olds that they care about learning and ends the day trying to physically stop 2 eighth grade girls from removing each other's faces while attempting to corral her own children in her classroom, so they aren't injured in the fury. Good times, people.
((We'll be out of town this weekend. We're travelling to south-ish Louisiana to visit with PDaddy's sis and family which is rescheduled from our most recent Viral Holiday. It's Thursday, so I must go order pizza. And some Calgon. And a salt lick of some strong narcotic that induces memory loss and a feeling of euphoria.))
*Interesting Side Note:
Mine is a family of Wheel of Fortune junkies. My grandparents, as I type, are probably in their recliners in Heaven watching their show while my Ninnie despairs over the latest "mess" Vanna is wearing. So, it should come as no surprise, now that my own children are addicted, that I recently registered to be a contestant. Rest assured, if I get The Call, you'll know it!
I am not: H-O-L-D-I-N-G M-Y B-R-E-A-T-H.