Ex-to the-Hausted!

It's Thursday, I think.  I stayed at school today to nearly 6:00 p.m.  I was the last one there, I'm sure of it.  It was dark when I left.  I was scared.

Not really.  I was, however, scared of how I looked when I finally came home and looked at myself in the mirror.

Can I say, Ex- to the- Hausted again?  It might just be my new catch-phrase.  Except that it's a bad one.

I'm 4 days in...

You know my lovely room that I spent all summer long getting ready?  If you didn't catch that post, head on over by clicking {here}.  

Let me give you a peak at how it looks now...after 80ish wonderful boys and girls have trampled through it for four days.

(Of course, let me preface by saying that these are some S.W.E.E.T kiddos.  I will tell you all about them when I'm not so tired.)

Here's my small group table.  Not so clean anymore:

And my back counter:

And the students' supply bags are all over the place.  You see my green ottomans? Well, the rest of the bags are all shoved in those:

Ahh, the mess is killing me.

My table caddies have been sent to time-out:

Poor things.

OK, to be completely honest.  It's not the kids...it's me.  I'm so busy running around like a chicken with my head cut off, you know "teaching", that this is how my desk now looks:

That little black "dot" is a magnet that fell off of something waiting to be glued back on again.

And tomorrow's Friday.

The End.