Sore back

I'm so incredibly tired. I have that feeling, you know the one, that I drank a whole bottle of red wine, ate a couple cheesecakes and then had a crappy sleep. I wish that was why I feel so poopy, it's not. I feel poopy in a I think I'm getting it kind of way. Getting my kids icky sicky. Blech.

Maybe if I ate a proper breakfast instead of a chocolate digestive cookie and a cup of coffee. I had all good intentions of having a healthy morning, but then she called. Margaret.

Margaret is the president of my children's school. Sounds snooty, it's not. I love my kids school. So much so that I am the grand poohbah of overachieving parent. I am on the Board of Directors, Chair of the Finance Committee, Secretary of the Facilities Management Committee, Parent Helper for Cooking days, and the Convenor of Advertising for the Children and Apple Pie Fair. I am totally insane. I have four children and try to over-compensate for everything.

Recently, I purchased a portable classroom for the school. I am proud to say I purchased said portable for $72.00. That is a great cost per square foot. The portable will now "only" cost $8,000.00 to move and I have entered into a nightmare of portable moving logistics. I had a vision of being cheered as the best momma in the world for finding such a sweet deal, but no, now I have to move the gaybo portable. and prepare the property for the move. I am a mother dammit not an expert in creating earthquake proof foundations. So, I recieve the call this morning from aformentioned president alarmed that all this is not going to happen before that portable arrives on May 20.

All this gives me a sore back like a job.
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