She was ticked that her Reading classes got cancelled an' her students (the ones she likes) got absorbed into other electives. She was peeved that the assistant principal who is in charge of her department couldn't communicate her way out of a wet paper bag ... an' wasn't gonna let Mom know what was going on until next semester.
That was bad enough to get her actin' peckish. But today, she found out that she has to move all of her stuff from the classroom she's had for fifteen years to move to another classroom halfway across the campus. Oh, and she has until December 12th to get everything packed so that the custodians can move things in the evening ... an' the man who is in the room right now won't let Mom send any of her stuff over, so it's in boxes (she got some packed today after school). An' the quarter is over in ten days. An' she's got to proctor an' grade finals plus tabulate final grades for her students. An' the two hundred wreaths an' centerpieces that her club students sold arrived today boxed in twenty big, big, big boxes ... an' the barrels for the San Diego Food Bank's food drive arrived today, too. An' there are still coupons books left that students need to pick up.
Mom's goin' to bed ... I'm gonna join her an' give her some snuggles.