My hands were shaking again this morning, trying to get those little monsters settled for assembly. Third grade! And there's THIRTY-ONE of them now, seriously? I told myself it was just a coffee thing, just need more caffeine. But my mom called after school, again, she wants to know why I can't just come over every night to cook dinner, like I don't already have a full damn job and two grown kids who still need... everything. My brain's just fried, honestly. Guess I'm just a wreck.