Those who do not complain are never pitied

I could probably spend the next several hours typing up all the complaints I have about my life this past week cause I basically have spent most of this week in this perpetual state of "UGH".

Is that a thing? "Perpetual state of UGH"

You don't want to hear about my problems. No one really wants to hear about other people's problems. The only reason we listen to other people's problems is so we have an excuse to tell them about our problems. But it's a stupid cycle because nothing gets solved by gossiping or complaining about it. In fact, most of the time I feel worse because I have this crazy genetic guilt-thing where I immediatly regret complaining or gossiping and I'm just like "UGH LIISA BE A BETTER PERSON."

See I just wrote that paragraph and now I feel like a horrible person. Why don't I delete it? To punish myself by constantly remembering that I am a horrible person.

Soooo, I'm not going to complain about anything. Well, nothing more than I've already complained about.

I'm going to tell you a happy story from this week.

Wait here while I figure out a happy story.

...

So we took all our preschool kids on a fieldtrip to Ticonderoga Farms this week. w00t! Field Trip! 

There was this incredible, giant pillow-thing in the ground that you could bounce on.

I don't know if you can tell from that picture, but it is HUGE and after a minute of watching one of my kids jump I was like "Um, I need to jump on that."

So I did. For like an hour with one of my students. 

It was SO. MUCH. FUN.

It's like a trampoline but there's really no edge and kids were falling down all the time but I don't know for some reason they never really got hurt and I could jump SO high, it was awesome.

Also, I'm loving my new phone with it's panoramic picture settings.

Also, 159 days till DISNEY.