like monday, but not

Today we had one incident of minor but blatant insubordination ("Put your snack away" followed by cramming the entire Rice Krispies treat into his mouth), one count of petty thievery (the same kid filched a creepy stuffed fox from the library shelf, then got cold feet and told on himself), universal forgetfulness ("What's an adjective, again?") and twenty-one cases of writer's block.

The good news is, even though it walks, talks and quacks like a Monday, it isn't. Three point five days to go.