Good EVEning

Hey, everybody! It's back-to-school eve! Aren't you just too excited to sleep?

The #1 son thought he was going with me tomorrow. Not so fast, Misbehaver. He needs an attitude adjustment. I'm not about to take him to sit and soak up the high-speed internet while I'm in meetings all day. Especially after him running his mouth last week about, "Technically, it's stealing if you're using their internet for anything besides work." He also spouted that line to his father concerning car-shopping online. Now the boy has talked himself into a corner. He seems to forget that he has no job and no means of transportation. I'm layin' the smack-down on him until he shapes up. Perhaps he needs a break from his precious iPhone.

I used to plan on getting some work done this week. Not any more. I plan to sit in meetings until my generous butt hurts, and then go to lunch with Mabel, and then sit some more while being confused about new grading stuff and the new telephone system. I have a feeling I will accomplish my goals. The only mystery will be how long it will take somebody to piss me off.

Tuesday will be The Longest Day, what with Open House from 6:00 to 8:00. That will be a good 12-hour work day. I wish I could do a rapid work-day thingy. Like people get put into a coma to do a rapid detox. I would also include the first week of school, when schedules aren't set, and kids switch in and out, but you're supposed to start fillin' their empty heads from Day One. Then there will be those newbies who show up after Labor Day, pretending they didn't know school started so early. Yep. If I could just work out that rapid start thingy, I could jump into the school year around the second week in September, when things are humming along in the usual routine.

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is a creature of habit.