The last week of school

 I had a dream that my cousin Melanie, who isn't a hairdresser, was doing her hairdresser business in our house.

So her customers and their children were here and the children were getting into everything.

My grandma (who would've been 98 yesterday--Happy Birthday in heaven, Grandma!) came and Adam came with Stella's friend who had stayed with us before.  He had picked her up at the airport because she was back for a visit.  It was all very chaotic and I went to go take a nap. (Like you do when you have a houseful of guests?)

I woke up from my nap within a dream and there were 2nd graders surrounding my bed and they wouldn't leave. 

Then there was a tornado warning and everyone had to stay put and I needed to feed all these people--about 50 of them by then--dinner and I just had this small thing planned so I didn't know what I was going to do.

I woke up and thought, yep, that about sums up the last week of school.

I wore my 3rd Grade Rocks t-shirt yesterday and I stopped at the walk-in clinic after school because I have eczema on my hands that I think is being exacerbated by all the sorting papers and cleaning I have been doing at school. (Maybe I need workers comp for that $5 tube of eczema cream.)

A patient was leaving and she saw my t-shirt.  She said, "You are wearing a shirt that says 3rd Grade Rocks on the last day of school?  You must really like your job!  Most teachers are exhausted by this time."

I said, "Well, the last day is Friday, but I do like my job.  And I am exhausted."