the days go slow and the weeks go fast.
By the time I make it to Friday I'm exhausted,
but a good exhausted.
(except when I hit traffic on the way home, then I'm not very fun to be around)
My favorite part of this week?
It's probably a tie between taking 21 five year olds to the farm
or hearing this
"Mrs. Marcum, just call me Glitter Pink Sparkle... I like that name better."
She and I must be kindred spirits.