It is almost comical that I thought yesterday was a bad day. Because today, today makes then top ten list. Today was epic.

I don't have the capability to get into it all now- but I'll give you a small window into this morning from my co-teacher's point of view.

A friend and I are in the "break room", (the special ed office across the hall from our classroom). My friend is really letting me and everything in his path have it- screaming, crying and throwing- a tantrum to end all tantrums. I mean, it's a good one.

My partner-in-crime is in the hallway having a very serious conversation with a parent. She's trying very hard to pay attention to this parent, who is telling her very important details about her child, but all my partner-in-crime can do is try not to laugh as crayons come shooting out from under the door of the break room. One after another, brightly colored broken crayon pieces appear from no where and fly across the hallway. While my partner-in-crime tries very hard to carry on a normal conversation. If it was me I don't think I would have been able to keep a straight face.

Inside the room?  Inside the room my friend was breaking the crayons into tiny pieces and throwing them at me, one at a time.

I have a headache. But it is Friday.