So, let's see. My nerves are shot. This has been, by far, the worst weekend of my life. I am your basic basketcase. Why??
It started Friday, after halftime of the football game. (The one that we lost.) My girls didn't want to go to the other side to mingle with the other cheerleaders. It all came down to a bit of a blowout. I had to discipline two of my girls. Then it went downhill. FAST. Mommas went to the superintendent and principal. I still don't know what was said. I just have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a bad bad day. I don't like to get into "trouble." And I don't like the not-knowing. Two long days to obssess. It's making me crazy.
I haven't even stepped on the scales in days. I'm just surviving at this point. Barely.