PMS

Well. It's that time of the month again.

I'm crabby, stressed, and my face is breaking out.

I've got a major case of Pack Meeting Syndrome.

Oh. Did you think I meant the other PMS? I'm pregnant you sicko.

This month -- Fire safety. We're doing a relay. This might just be my most boy related activity yet. I hope it goes over well. And I hope I can apply the classroom management skills my sister tried to teach me last night. Heaven help me.