October is not my least favorite month, it’s my second least favorite. I remember last year everyone telling me that October was the worst, only to discover that in November, I truly perfected the crying-in-fetal-position technique. Well October started out well, and even half-way through I wasn’t upset. By the end, I was flustered, but not defeated. Now, 5 days into November, the ugly faces of disrespectful children who haven’t had a break since Labor Day cause me to wipe my face off onto my cardigan. Not with tears, just with total frustration.
Add in some IMMENSE frustration with my administration (I feel like I’m writing a political poem), and I make for a 40% of the time not happy camper. Luckily my life is good otherwise. I’m still lightyears past where I was last year at this time. I honestly don’t even remember last year at this time, so this year is an improvement. The fact that I can wake up is an improvement.
