New Job

I sit here pondering the great mysteries of the universe, like why do my crying preschoolers know how to time their hysterical sobs perfectly so that just as I crouch down to comfort them buggars and snot spray into my face, and why does it take me 30 minutes to drive to work when I am already late but only 15 to get home, and how many drive through meals can I force my four year old to eat in a month before it officially becomes child abuse. And for the love of everything holy why is it taking 30 minutes to download 12 photos to be printed at costco. Well, at least its giving me time to blog, ie: complain. So, in case you are wondering I have started a new job, teaching preschool, at a beautiful montessor preschool called "The dancing Moose Montesorri." It is great and challenging like teaching always is. There are lots of moments to smile at, some that make me belly laugh, and the occasional urge to pull out my hair and run screaming from the room. It is amazing for ella, she loves her class and teachers and the structure and challenge is perfect for her. On the other hand, working 40 hours a week and trying to be a mom and wife is a little overwhelming, does anybody hear me out there? What is the secret, how do all you working moms do it? That is my last cosmic question of the day, how do you even begin to catch up on that ever growing mountain of laundry?