Today I snapped at my last class cuz I couldn't take the drumming on the desks little chattering crap going on during the beginning of class. I knew it was the last period of the day and it's nearly the end of the week and what do I expect, but I just had to tell them to "shut up already with the tapping and the talking and everything." I didn't make it better, though, I made it worse. One boy pipes up, "Wow Miss, I can really tell you're pregnant now!!! You're like all frustrated and everything!" I respond, "Duh. I'm glad you know I'm pregnant now." Which starts off a barrage of the kids snapping at him, saying, "Stupid. Of course she's pregnant, she's been pregnant this whole time, watch she going slap your head now you idiot." So on and so on and around it goes and I just have to laugh to myself at my mento irritability and my kids more mento responses.

Really, though, I am getting to be the biggest grouch ever. I already was grouchy but now it's insane. And like I was telling Leish, I can see myself having the stupidest most out of control reactions that don't even fit the extent of the situation, but I just can't seem to help it. I can't stand my kids chattering unnecessarily, can't stand a certain kid's incessant questioning (bless his heart he responds so well to my lack of patience by telling me "thank you, Miss" when I sassily answer his question or tell him to just wait), can't stand the heat, can't stand questions, can't stand talk just for talk's sake (team meetings are killer), can't stand Dave's driving (kay, that was always, it's worse now), can't stand that the kids can't put books back in the library the right way even with alphabet markers, can't stand kids who can't understand why their grade is low when they don't do their revisions or work...basically, I can't stand crap.

Tomorrow we have three weeks left. Nutts. Doctor tomorrow, update that later on. Hopefully my cervix is still tightly closed.