Don't you hate...

Don't you hate when you've had an incredibly long week and want nothing more than to crawl into bed or onto the couch, and yet someone is coming over and you have to entertain? Yep, that's my evening ahead.

Don't you hate when you think you've had all you can stomach of something (ie. Elmo) and yet, it's the only thing that will comfort your child?

But don't you love when you've tried all week to get students to follow instructions and set the example for the rest of the school and you fight and fight and fight every day until one day it finally clicks?

I can't even relate the complete events of my week I'm so exhausted.