Camel's back is broken

and apparently the straw was when Tahoe ate my ticket to go get free books for my classroom tomorrow. after shoving the couch out of the way, searching the trash, and kicking Tahoe (not really), I cried. Big baby tears. With all that's happened to us in the last two weeks, it's not the job-loss, the grandfather loss, or the big fat nasty notes the sub left about my kids that pushed me over the edge. It's the fact that my 5-year-old dog ate my homework.