Ramblings

It is 7:14 am and I have already been at school for over 45 minutes. Today starts the morning craziness that is the before school tutoring program. Wednesday and Thursday mornings....for the next 8 weeks. This is my 4th (and final) year as the director of this program. I don't know how I keep getting talked into it...but I swear, when March 31 rolls around and we are done with the program for this year, I am turning in my Before School Tutoring Program resignation letter. Alarm going off at 4:30am so that I will be up and in the shower by 5am...no thank you. Being out the door and on the road by 6am...no thank you. Sitting in the hallway by the car rider door waiting for kids to arrive when it is 28 degrees outside (I for one think that stupid groundhog was wrong.....we're supposed to have snow tonight...ugh) and being blasted by the cold everytime the door opens...no thank you. Don't get me wrong...the extra money (as little as it is) is nice. Last year I was the director for the before school program and taught in the after school program so I could splurge on my spring break trip to NYC and Boston. This year....I am thinking the money is going to be put towards an iPad!!! Anyway...day #1 of ridiculous early mornings at school down...15 more to go.

This afternoon I am headed to Atlanta to see Dr. A about my wrist. It hurts. Yesterday it hurt so bad I cried. Real. Crocodile. Tears. I have no idea what is going on with it and I am praying that he has some miraculous answers. It hurts when I bend it. It hurts when I don't bend it. It hurts when I wear my bionic arm. It hurts when I don't wear my bionic arm. It hurts when I am alseep. It hurts when I am awake. Sometimes it is a throbbing pain. Sometimes it is a stabbing pain. Sometimes the pain radiates up into my elbow and down into my pinky. The point is...it hurts. Really. Bad. At this point, I am ready for anything.....cortison injection (if you've never had one, they hurt like hell....I know I am a wuss when it comes to needles and shots, but these suckers hurt...and it takes a good 2-3 days for the pain of the injection to wear off before it actually even can begin to work), yes, please....surgery to remove the popped stitch, yes, please...anything to make it better. Anything.

Well, I am frozen solid...need to remember to grab one of the quilts in the media center next time....and it's time for me to start my usual morning things....grab a diet coke, go start the scrolling PPT, and get the teleprompter ready to go for the morning broadcast. Hoping for a good day!