This day is one for the record books:
Teach boot camp.
Work the 3yo class, put in an extra hour.
JK Mother's Day Tea, carpool pickup.
Home to throw together an appetizer and find tights without holes, (loosely) supervise 8yo making cake to take to...
4yo's ballet recital and reception.
faculty and staff drinks and apps party.
home to prep for 2-week house guests (kind of. prep, that is).
And each event above has a whole set of stories to go with it. Wish I'd write it all out, but I'll have to read between the lines later when I'm looking back at this.
And why am I still up?