A good day, after all

GOD, it was one of those days. It went from bad to worse to "What was I thinking when I chose this job?" all before 11 a.m. I tried, really tried, to maintain good intentions, but they flew out the window when one of my students flipped me off and punched me in the stomach. I made the mistake of saying "Well, at least it can't get any worse." (I know, I know!). That's when projectile vomit spewed across our little circle of friends. By the time I got home, I had a tension headache. I remember thinking, "If I could just cry, I might feel better." But I was exhausted, my blood pressure was out of control, and I was pondering how peaceful it must be in solitary confinement.

In an attempt to get my mind off the day from hell, I plopped down on the couch with my laptop to surf the net. I missed the inaguration this morning, so I searched around for some articles about this historic day. That's when I found this picture.



And I lost it. I cried like a baby.

Today was a good day. Congratulations, Obama family.