Funk

The beds aren’t made yet, a sure sign that my after holiday, after weekend, after break funk is in full effect this sunny Monday morning. We’re all struggling getting back into the swing of things around here. The littles are snapping at each other, and two of them have coughs. I’m several loads behind on laundry, and folding clothes between spelling lessons is not my idea of a fresh start to the week. My favorite lesson plan pens are missing, and I’m having to make due with dull, lesser pens. I’m breaking out like I did when I was 15, and I have an unnatural itch to take the bathroom scissors to my hair and then dye it purple. But my bedding is cheery, and tomorrow is Pink Drink Tuesday. That’s something.