Some nights I will stay three hours late at work to valiantly fight in a vicious battle with a printer named Leonardo for as long as it takes to print 120 thick ass copies of the math lesson packet for tomorrow and then I will collapse into the car in a state of bruised and battered weariness and think, this is my life now, and then I’ll wake up at 5:30AM the next day to do it all over again in the wrong shoes.

But the kids are alright and I love them. So it’s worth it.