Fuck. Me.

"No."
This is the first word which enters my brain when my alarm goes off at 6:20am on a work day.

"FUCK. ME."
These are the first words out of my mouth at 6:35am, when my second alarm goes off.

On the off chance that I blow through the second alarm,  and my third alarm goes off, I'm already fucked, time-wise.

So, basically, every single day that I work, I wake up like a locked-in-sydrome patient who wants to stay locked in.

(Side-bar.  I started writing this blog yesterday, and then got bored with myself.  So anyway, I woke up this morning at 7:25, only because my child came in to see why I was still home.  I have to be at work at 7:30.  Somehow, some way, I turned off all three alarms in my sleep.  I got to work, at 7:59, which means I was almost tardy to my own study hall.  And yes, I texted the principal to tell him I was late.  But the first several words out of my mouth when I woke up were "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!")


I love my job; I just really hate waking up in the morning and having to go to a second location. 


P.S. I can't help but swear like a sailor; it helps my brain understand "feeling words".